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This is the tale as I heard it when
I was young, from a man who was threescore and ten.
A lady of clay and two stone men.
I was young, from a man who was threescore and ten.
A lady of clay and two stone men.
A pretty problem is here, no doubt,
If you have a fancy to work it out:
What happens to stone when clay is about?
If you have a fancy to work it out:
What happens to stone when clay is about?
Muse upon it as long as you will,
I think myself it will baffle your skill,
And your answer will be what mine is—nil.
I think myself it will baffle your skill,
And your answer will be what mine is—nil.
But every sunny Summer's day
I am teased with the thought of Evelyn Ray,
Poor little image of painted clay.
And Heigh-o! I say.
What if there be a judgment-day?
I am teased with the thought of Evelyn Ray,
Poor little image of painted clay.
And Heigh-o! I say.
What if there be a judgment-day?
