I would that I were an old beggar Rolling
a blind pearl eye, For
he cannot see my lady Go
gallivanting by; A
dreary, dreepy beggar Without
a friend on the earth But
a thieving rascally cur - O
a beggar blind from his birth; Or
anything else but a rhymer Without
a thing in his head But
rhymes for a beautiful lady, He rhyming alone in his bed. |
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