Classic Poem

(Club Song)

I knew a lady when the days
Grew long, and evenings goldened;
But I was not emboldened
By her prompt eyes and winning ways.

And when old Winter nipt the haws,
" Another's wife I'll be,
And then you'll care for me,"
She said, " and think how sweet I was!"

And soon she shone as another's wife:
As such I often met her,
And sighed, " How I regret her!
My folly cuts me like a knife!"

And then, to-day, her husband came,
And moaned, " Why did you flout her?
Well could I do without her!
For both our burdens you are to blame!"