If the fairies with old magic came to me

To give three wishes on whate'er I would,

I'd need to give the thing no thought; those three

I know. I'd wish first that I might forget

Two things I know, who never should have known;

And then, that looking back upon my life

From it's end I'd see in it alone

One fault, and use the other wish

To cleanse that fault away. These three

I'd wish, if ever suck a thing could be.