| I went out alone |
| To sing a song or two, |
| My fancy on a man, |
| And you know who. |
| Another came in sight |
| That on a stick relied |
| To hold himself upright; |
| I sat and cried. |
| And that was all my song— |
| When everything is told, |
| Saw I an old man young |
| Or young man old? |