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He lodged us in a spacious house,    And plenteous was our fare
But now at every frugal meal    There's not a scrap to spare
Alas
alas that this good man  Could not go on as he began

There is a change—and I am poor;
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond heart's door,
Whose only business was to flow;