As I was going to St. Ives br I met a man with seven lives; br Seven lives, br In seven sacks, br Like seven beeves br On seven racks. br These seven lives br He offered to sell, br But which was best br He couldn't tell. br He swore with any br I'd be happy forever; br I bought all seven br And thought I was clever, br But his parting words br I can't forget: br Forever br Isn't over yet.