Till chubby children’s locks are grey;
The tailor trusts us, but at last
His reckoning we must meet some day
Some day—some day—some day I must meet it,
Snip, I know not when or how,
Snip, I know not when or how;
Only this—only this—this that once you did me—
Only this—I’ll do you now—I’ll do you now—
I’ll do you now.
I know not are you far or near—