When first my way to fair I took Few pence in purse had I, And long I used to stand and look At things I could not buy. Now times are altered: if I care To buy a thing, I can; The pence are here and heres the fair, But wheres the lost young man? - To think that two and two are four And neither five nor three The heart of man has long been sore And long tis like to be.
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