Oh, when I was a tiny boy,
My days and nights were full of joy,
My mates were blithe and kind!--
No wonder that I sometimes sigh,
And dash the tear-drop from my eye,
To cast a look behind!


II.

A hoop was an eternal round
Of pleasure. In those days I found
A top a joyous thing;--
But now those past delights I drop,
My head, alas! is all my top,
And careful thoughts the string!


III.

My marbles--once my bag was stored,--
Now I must play with Elgin's lord,
With Theseus for a taw!
My playful horse has slipt his string,
Forgotten all his capering,
And harness'd to the law!


IV.