So what do you own at the end, Nancy, The end of everything? "Oh, some of them gave me a grateful word, And some gave a word to sting." But what have you then to keep, Nancy, Of all it was wise to save? "Nothing but this for memory, They asked of me and I gave." Then what is the use of it all, Nancy, Here at the end of day? "It was only gifts that I let them take . . . I never gave dreams away!" |