men were deceivers ever;
one foot in sea, and one on shore;
to one thing constant, never;
so sigh not so,
but let them go,
and be you blithe and bonny;
converting all your sounds of woe
into hey, nonny, nonny.
cigarettes are a ten-minute friend to keep company. a cup of tea will work for a while. writing into the void can alleviate but oh i do so wish for those days of large estates and at the very least someone, somewhere, if you look hard enough amongst the hedges.
sing no more ditties, ladies, sing no more,
or dumps so dull and heavy;
the fraud of men was ever so,
since summer first was leavy.
then sigh not so,
but let them go,
and be you blithe and bonny;
converting all your sounds of woe
into hey, nonny, nonny.
