Oh, I Have Passed A

In Winter's Tedious Nights Sit By The Fire With Good Old Folks, And Let Them Tell Thee Tales Of Woeful Ages, Long Ago Betid

My Salad Days, When I Was Green In Judgment.

Where Love Is Great, The Littlest Doubts Are Fear; Where Little Fears Grow Great, Great Love Grows There.

There's Not A Note Of Mine That's Worth The Noting.

There's Villainous News Abroad.