When i was charmed and young, lad
WWhen i was charmed and young, lad
i swung a fancy ankle
i was a fancy lass
i swayed my nifty arse, luv
to catch your fond attention
to lure you, bold as brass
though i was almost six and teen
and you were teen and seven
my heart was some mischevious
and love was nearby heaven
now i am sick and worn, lad
and languish in a haven
and you are dead and mourned, luv
and i am sore bedridden
though i am sixteen-sixty, lad
and frown at what i am
i’d still strut a fancy ankle
I’d sway a nifty bum
to catch your fond attention:
it’s soon how years has gone!
mcmlxxx
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