As I went out one morning. To breathe the air around Tome Paine's. I spied the fairest damsel. That ever did walk in chains. . I offered her my hand. She took me by the arm.
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?. Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?. I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains. I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways.
"There must be some kind of way out of here". Said a joker to the thief. "There is too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, ploughmen dig my earth.