Three Jolly Huntsmen, In Coats

Look Thy Last On All Things Lovely, Every Hour

As Long As I Live I Shall Always Be My Self - And No Other, Just Me.

A Harvest Mouse Goes Scampering By, With Silver Claws And Silver Eye; And Moveless Fish In The Water Gleam, By Silver Reeds In A Silver Stream.

So, Blind To Someone I Must Be.

It Was A Pity Thoughts Always Ran The Easiest Way, Like Water In Old Ditches.