For lots of lucky years
None of things has shifted:
I haven’t been ’mongst the rich,
Deals with girls are similar.

For years I’ve practiced theft,
And I haven’t been lazy -
I should have garnered wealth,
But I’ve drunk like crazy.

Sometimes I’m a poor thing,
Longing for a penny.
I’ve gotten nor friends nor inn,
And I can’t get any.

I’ve kept on right along
Carding and hard drinking.
All I’ve performed is wrong,
Wrong from the beginning!