I am gone, sir
Erich Wolfgang Korngold
I am gone, sir,
And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again,
in a trice,
Like to the old vice,
Your need to sustain.
Who with dagger of lath
In his rage and his wrath,
Cries, aha, to the devil, aha, ha, ha!
Like a mad lad,
Pare thy nails, dad.
Adieu, good man devil.