OH, when I was a tiny boy My days and nights were full of joy, My mates were blithe and kind ! — No wonder that I sometimes sigh, And dash the tear-drop from my eye, To cast a look behind ! A hoop was an eternal round Of pleasure.
Lights and Shades of the East: Or a Study of the Life of Baboo Harrischander ... - Seite 97
von Framji Bomanji - 1863 - 385 Seiten