Floyd Dell

BLUE eyes, brown eyes, green-and-gold eyes,

Eyes that question, doubt, deny,

Sudden-flashing, cold, hard, bold eyes—

Here’s your answer: I am I.

Not for you and not for any

Rode I into Camden town.

Barkeep, here’s my golden penny—

Come who will and drink it down!

I’m not one to lend and borrow,

I’m not one to overstay.

I shall go alone tomorrow

Whistling, as I came today.