Oh, when I was in love with you,
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.
And now the fancy passes by,
And nothing will remain,
And miles around they'll say that I
Am quite myself again.
More verses by Alfred Edward Housman
- In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad
- If By Chance Your Eye Offend You
- Far In A Western Brookland
- Ho, Everyone That Thirsteth
- I Hoed And Trenched And Weeded