Old Haggard is without a home, He roams the streets with nowhere to go, And, in some quiet park, in London, A bench, where he lays his weary dome,...
The beauteous maiden that was thee Has sneaked beyond my sight. Though hidden, I remember so fondly, Before I would sleep at night...
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