>>12058672"Ay, ay, O ay,--the winds that fan the fire!
Fair tarts in prospect, tarts before me here!
Ay, ay, O ay,--and tarts were my desire,
And one was not enough, and one was dear:
Ay, ay, O ay,--the winds that move so fast!
And one was far, and one tart was nigher,
And one will never bake, and one will last.
Ay, ay, O ay, the winds that fan the fire!"