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The White Knight's Song

Lewis Carroll 1832 (Daresbury) – 1898 (Guildford)

'Haddock's Eyes' or 'The Aged Aged Man' or
  'Ways and Means' or 'A-Sitting On A Gate'

  I'll tell thee everything I can;
  There's little to relate.
  I saw an aged, aged man,
  A-sitting on a gate.
  'Who are you, aged man?' I said.
  'And how is it you live?'
  And his answer trickled through my head
  Like water through a sieve.

  He said 'I look for butterflies
  That sleep among the wheat;
  I make them into mutton-pies,
  And sell them in the street.
  I sell them unto men,' he said,
  'Who sail on stormy seas;
  And that's the way I get my bread--
  A trifle, if you please.'

  But I was thinking of a plan
  To dye one's whiskers green,
  And always use so large a fan
  That it could not be seen.
  So, having no reply to give
  To what the old man said,
  I cried, 'Come, tell me how you live!'
  And thumped him on the head.

  His accents mild took up the tale;
  He said, 'I go my ways,
  And when I find a mountain-rill,
  I set it in a blaze.
  And thence they make a stuff they call
  Rowland's Macassar Oil--
  Yet twopence-halfpenny is all
  They give me for my toil.'

  But I was thinking of a way
  To feed oneself on batter,
  And so go on from day to day
  Getting a little fatter.
  I shook him well from side to side,
  Until his face was blue;
  'Come, tell me how you live,' I cried
  'And what it is you do!'

  He said, 'I hunt for haddocks' eyes
  Among the heather bright,
  And work them into waistcoat-buttons
  In the silent night.
  And these I do not sell for gold
  Or coin of silvery shine,
  But for a copper halfpenny,
  And that will purchase nine.

  'I sometimes dig for buttered rolls,
  Or set limed twigs for crabs;
  I sometimes search the grassy knolls
  For wheels of hansom-cabs.
  And that's the way' (he gave a wink)
  'By which I get my wealth--
  And very gladly will I drink
  Your Honor's noble health.'

  I heard him then, for I had just
  Completed my design
  To keep the Menai bridge from rust
  By boiling it in wine.
  I thanked him much for telling me
  The way he got his wealth,
  But chiefly for his wish that he
  Might drink my noble health.

  And now, if e'er by chance I put
  My fingers into glue,
  Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot
  Into a left-hand shoe,
  Or if I drop upon my toe
  A very heavy weight,
  I weep, for it reminds me so
  Of that old man I used to know--
  Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow,
  Whose hair was whiter than the snow,
  Whose face was very like a crow
  With eyes, like cinders, all aglow,
  Who seemed distracted with his woe,
  Who rocked his body to and fro,
  And muttered mumblingly and low,
  As if his mouth were full of dough,
  Who snorted like a buffalo--
  That summer evening long ago
  A-sitting on a gate.

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Lewis Carroll

Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, better known by his pen name, Lewis Carroll, was an English writer, mathematician, logician, Anglican deacon and photographer. more…

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