Oh where, to where,
shall I go?
Where is the well,
to fill my soul?
To work I went,
toiled for gold.
All fell out,
I have a hole.
So sought did I
mirth's delight.
I drank, and drank,
and drank all night.
Yield my spirit not,
this plight.
Up and down,
the streets I ran.
Happened on I,
a beggar's can.
There he sat,
on cold concrete.
Shook his can,
for a treat.
"What, oh, what,
do you smile for?
Don't you know,
You are poor!"
"Oh, little one,
don't you see?
The one you envy,
that is me."
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