This One Miss I Met, Nineteen, At the College

This one Miss I met, nineteen, at the college, somehow casting a spell,without my knowledge. How can thee,so tranquil and winsome, drag a so porous heart to a filthy ransom.

For the dole had it,I asked you a question, Silk whites,buss and a diamond ring just a treaty. Sentiments and deals came at a conjunction, from golden wheels to just bread and tea.

Oh thy adherence, how can I suspect thee, A mother to two,but a crown to three. A sack full of pearls may gratify a scullion, How do I exalt you,albeit a trillion.

A man in trade, I am miserly and old. Bequething a mansion in chic, with all the world's treasure, for I'm done with the clock, la di da or bold, I've traded my last breath, no pain, no pleasure.

The vista atop is gorgeous,sterling,true and fine, And the 'mighty's now a friend,offering a hide or two. Thou art so divine,like some age old wine, like the last time I did,I'll always barter you.