There was a little woman,
As I have heard tell,
She went to the market
Her eggs for to sell,
She went to the market
All on a market day,
And she fell asleep
On the King's highway.

There came by a peddlar
His name was Stout,
He cut her petticoat
All round about:
He cut her petticoat
Up to her knees
Which made the poor woman
To shiver and sneeze.

When the little woman
Began to awake
She began to shiver,
And she began to shake,
She began to shake
And she began to cry,
Goodness mercy on me,
This is none of I!

If I be not I,
As I suppose to be,
I have a little dog at home,
And he knows me:
If it be I,
He'll wag his little tail,
And if it be not I,
He'll loudly bark and wail.

Home went the little woman,
All in the dark,
Up jumped the little dog,
And he began to bark.
He began to bark,
And she began to cry,
Goodness mercy on me,
I see I not be I!

The poor little woman
Passed the night on the stile,
She shivered with cold
And she trembled all the while,
She slept not a wink
But was all night awake,
And was heartily glad
When morning did break.

There came by a peddlar
Returning from town
She asked him for something
To match her short gown,
The sly peddlar rogue
Showed the piece he purloined,
Said he to the woman
It will do nicely joined.

She pinned on the piece,
And exclaimed: What a match!
I am lucky indeed
Such a bargain to catch.
The dog wagged his tail,
And she began to cry,
Goodness mercy on me.
I've discovered to be I.

Это обещанное на тему себя - не себя.
А на тему счастья...
Я обычно говорю: Человек никогда не бывает так счастлив, как ему хочется, и так несчастлив, как ему кажется.