Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”
Or, as we say in America, "you are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine."
Well, we don't say it, but I do.
Frequently.
It's part of my charm.
As Petula Clark used to sing, "When you're alone, and life is making you lonely you can always go d'antan".
Except you can't.
Now go out there and win one for the Gipper.
