Oh where, to where, shall I go? Where is the well, to fill my soul? To work I went, toiled for gold. All fell out, I have a hole. So sought did I mirth's delight. I drank, and drank, and drank all night. Yield my spirit not, this plight. Up and down, the streets I ran. Happened on I, a beggar's can. There he sat, on cold concrete. Shook his can, for a treat. "What, oh, what, do you smile for? Don't you know, You are poor!" "Oh, little one, don't you see? The one you envy, that is me."