I was riding on my uncastrated horse back through the great Western desert,
with my pocket full of silver coins jingling all the way.
Halfway I stopped seeing a mistress in distress,
crying her eyes out sharing her sorrow for me to borrow.
Low-spirited, I drove away jingling all the way again.
Midway I met a half-hearted greybeards putting their head together,
I heard them say" A hard world nobody gives us anything, we'll have to work for it".
Indeed a hard world I agree aside and drove away.
In the middle of the forest met a lad...