He doffed his hat
         To the maiden there
Said " If you wouldn't mind, if you might not care,
I've lost my way upon these cobblestone streets.
My sick mother, I'm here to see."

She led him through the shifting paths
Sunlight here,
                     there shadows cast
A winding trail, of smell and dirt
         He traded his sixpence, she traded her worth
         No knives were drawn, nobody got hurt
Just a circle of footsteps
                                 trod on this earth