Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Something given that way.
Something given that way.
From the crown of our head to the sole of our feet.
From the crown of our head to the sole of our feet.
Whistle, and she'll come to you.
Whistle, and she'll come to you.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.
