The hat was now greasy, and old, and torn,
But torn, old greasy, still I wore it on.
A change came o’er the business of this hat.
Women, and men, and children scowled on me—
My company was shunned—I was alone!
None would associate with such a hat—
Friendship itself proved faithless for a hat.
She that I loved, within whose gentle breast
I treasured up my heart, looked cold as death—
Love’s fires went out—extinguished by a hat,