Four for my dolly's necklace,
Two for a collar fine,
And one to buy a candle
For Our Lady's shrine."
Even the supreme solemnity of the Wafer borne through the kneeling streets cannot abash the trustful gaze of childhood.
"'Where are you going, dear Jesus,
So gallant and so gay?'
'I am going to a dying man
To wash his sins away.
And if I find him sorry