As I came over Windy Gap They threw a halfpenny into my cap, For I am running to Paradise; And all that I need do is to wish And somebody puts his hand in the dish To throw me a bit of salted fish: @3And there the king is but as the beggar@1. My brother Mourteen is worn out With skelping his big brawling lout, And I am running to Paradise; A poor life, do what he can, And though he keep a dog and a gun, A serving-maid and a serving-man: @3And there the king is but as the beggar@1. Poor men have grown to be rich men, And rich men grown to be poor again, And I am running to Paradise; And many a darling wit's grown dull That tossed a bare heel when at school, Now it has filled an old sock full: @3And there the king is but as the beggar@1. The wind is old and still at play While I must hurry upon my way, For I am running to Paradise; Yet never have I lit on a friend To take my fancy like the wind That nobody can buy or bind: @3And there the king is but as the beggar@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITH CONANT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE GARDEN OF LOVE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE GERANIUMS by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON DAMON THE MOWER by ANDREW MARVELL THE BIRDS: THE HOOPOE'S CALL TO THE BIRDS by ARISTOPHANES |