I once loved a woman, a child I am told - Bob Dylan

Now, I want you to know that while we watched You discover there was no one true Most ev’rybody really thought It was a childish thing to do Tears of rage, tears of grief Must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know We’re so low And life is brief

Come all without, come all within, You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.

And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college