I would that I were an old beggar Rolling a blind pearl eye, For he cannot see my lady Go gallivanting by; A dreary, dreepy beggar Without a friend on the earth But a thieving rascally cur - O a beggar blind from his birth; Or anything else but a rhymer Without a thing in his head But rhymes for a beautiful lady, He rhyming alone in his bed.
 
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