Well Sir Patrick this one has a little more bite...rolls fancy off the tongue.... Thou a spell has cast on me, thou broke thy heart and soul. Thus I cry, to think of thee, not having thine to hold. Where Art Thou, for thee I search, to find thou art not there. Poignant is thy heavy heart, thou left me with despair. Hence to keep, for strength I pray, from thou must I disever. Be rid the Welter from thy self. Alas, be gone forever. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it Written by Yours Truly
