Classic Poem

Jim and I as children played together,
Best of friends for many years were we
I, alas! had no luck, was a Jonah,
Jim, my chum, was lucky as could be.
Oh lucky Jim, how I envy him!

Years passed by, still Jim and I were comrades.
He and I both loved the same sweet maid.
She loved Jim, and married him one evening.
Jim was lucky, I unlucky stayed.
Oh lucky Jim, how I envy him!

Years rolled on, and death took Jim away, boys
Left his widow, and she married me.
Now we're married, oft I think of Jim, boys,
Sleeping in the churchyard, peacefully.
Oh lucky Jim, how I envy him!