Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
A life of nothing's nothing worth,
From that first nothing ere his birth,
To that last nothing read more
A life of nothing's nothing worth,
From that first nothing ere his birth,
To that last nothing under earth.
Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.
Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the
May.
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the
May.
When his heart is glad
Of the full harvest, I will speak to him.
When his heart is glad
Of the full harvest, I will speak to him.
I do sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
I do sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
