O Henery, b Henery, I know you like a book, Some blotted pages I could show Did you but care
... O Henery, b Henery, I know you like a book, Some blotted pages I could show Did you but care to look; But you have turned the new loaf o'er, And laddie I am fain To wonder if by any chance You'll turn it back again. I am afraid not, Henery, those days ...