ONCE on a time there was a road Went winding by my door.
And fain I was to travel it
In search of golden store.
And O! how oft with heavy heart
The weary miles I trod,
And many a sorry tale I learned
Upon the open road.
Often times I was made glad
And oft my heart was sore.
For folk who traveled on the road
That winded by my door.
Adventure came, aye many a time,
And even now I sigh.
And sorry am to count the times
The false gods caught my eye.
But now I keep a little spot
Just off the b............