A weed, one weed and only one had I,
One weed the weediest one of all my store
One weed, with but one match to light it by
A weed was mine that now is mine no more.
A weed, a weedy weed was mine to smoke
Oh ay! ay oh! the match that burns and dies
My true love garmented in russet cloak
Ay oh! oh ay! the flickering flame that flies.
And one went out and one refused to burn
And one expired, and 't other would not draw.
And both have failed me—Whither shall I turn
For withered weeds that shall be mine no more.