as I came over Windy gap
They threw а halfpenny into my cap,
for I am running to Paradise;
and all that I need do is to wish
and somebody puts his hand into dish
To throw me а bit of salted fish:
and there the king is but as the beggar.
My brother Mourteen is worn out
In skelping his big brawling lout,
and I am running to Paradise;
a poor life, do what he can,
and though he keep а dog and а gun,
a serving-maid and а serving-man:
and there the king is but as the beggar.
Poor men have grown to be rich men,
and rich men grown to be poor again,
and I am running to Paradise;
and many а darling wit"s grown dull
That tossed а bare heel when at school
Now it has filled an old sock full:
and there the king is but as the beggar.
The wind is old and still at play
While I must hurry upon my way,
for I am running to Paradise;
Yet never have I lit on а friend
To take my fancy like the wind
That nobody can buy or bind:
and there the king is but as the beggar.