I heard a wise man say
Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away,
Give gold away and rubies
But keep your fancy free,
But I was one and twenty,
No use to talk to me.”
“Moira!” he cried, but she was gone, at full gallop down the lane.
“Hurry!” she called back, “I’m nearly dead with hunger.”
And from there to the inn was a race.