S of t I would hear praised.
I the house, gone up and down
As a man does who has published a new book,
Or a young girl dressed out in her new gown,
And turned talk by hook or crook
Until theme,
A ale she had read,
A man confusedly in a half dream
As ther name ran in his head.
S of t I would hear praised.
I alk no more of books or the long war
But il I have found
Some beggar sering from there
Manage talk until her name come round.
If there be rags enough he will know her name
And be , for in the old days,
though she had young mens praise and old mens blame,
Among th old and young gave her praise.