Classic Poem

Since Tuck is faithless found, no more
I'll trust to man or maid;
I'll sit me down, a hermit hoar,
Alone in Copsham shade.
The sight of all I shun
Far-spying from the mound:
I'll be at home to none
Since Tuck
Since Tu-a tua tua
taiaaia tuuuoa Tuck
is faithless found.