Now think back, ever and ever so far,
And see if you ever had rainy days
That troubled the plans, and spoiled the plays,
And what you did in the Used-to-be."
The mother laughed with low, soft laughter;
She was remembering, they could see.
"I see, you rogues, what you are all after;
I'll tell you a tale that happened to me.
I and some wee little bits of girls,
With hair as yellow as shaving-curls,