You used to call so pretty;
There’s one I know at the Town-close,
The t’other’s in the city.
The Pupils dear, them sweet young men,
I vow they wrote on vellum;
A letter to the Doctors big,
And got my cerebellum.
As for my hair—the auburn hair,
You used to love so well;
Alas! it’s gone to deck the head,