So we must part, my body, you and I
Who’ve spent so many pleasant years together.
‘Tis sorry work to lose your company
Who clove to me so close, whate’er the weather,
From winter unto winter, wet or dry;
But you have reached the limit of your tether,
And I must journey on my alone,
And I leave you quietly beneath a stone.
They say that you are altogether bad
(Forgive me, ’tis not my experience),
And think me very wicked to be sad
At leaving you, a clod, a prison, whence
To get quite free I should be very glad.
Perhaps i may be so, a few days hence,
But now, methinks, ’twere graceless not to spend
A tear or two on my departing friend.
Now our long partnership is near completed,
And I look back upon its history;
I greatly fear I have not always treated
You with the honesty you showed to me.
And I must own that you have oft defeated
Unworthy schemes by your sincerity,
And by a blush or stammering tongue have tried
To make me think again before I lied.
‘Tis true you’re not so handome as you were,
But that’s not your fault and is partly mine.
You might have lasted longer with more care,
And still looked something like your first design;
And even now, with your wear and tear,
‘Tis pitiful to think I must resign
You to the friendless grave, the patient prey
Of all the hungry legions of Decay.
But you must stay dear body, and I go.
And I was once so very proud of you:
You made my mother’s eyes to overflow
When first she saw you, wonderful and new.
And now , with all your faults, ’twere hard to find
A slave more willing or a friend more true.
Ay- even they who say the worst about you
Can scarcely tell what I should do without you.