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.