The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.

Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!

It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.

The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives warning!

Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.

The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.

Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!