(A savage sort of song on the road)
“Once I was a gallant and bold I
And you so tender and true,
But I’ll never again be the old I
Nor you the old you.”
I shall go lounging along on the edge
Of the grass … You’ll loiter along by the hedge.
I shall go dogged through dust and the dirt
Like an ass in my moods.
You with a new sweetheart at your skirt
Ev’ry few roods …
“Once I was agallant,” etc.
We’ll maybe jog along together
Along way;
Maybe put up with the weather together,
Better or worse
As it chances day by day,
Or maybe part with a kick and a curse
I and you,
After a turning or two …
“But I’ll never again,” etc.