Maxioms by Old Song
The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not read more
The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not quail,
But sets up his rest and makes up his feast,
With a crust of brown bread and a pot of good ale.
Old Rose is dead, that good old man,
We ne'er shall see him more;
He used to read more
Old Rose is dead, that good old man,
We ne'er shall see him more;
He used to wear an old blue coat
All buttoned down before.
Over the hills and o'er the main,
To Flanders, Portugal and Spain,
Queen Anne commands and we'll read more
Over the hills and o'er the main,
To Flanders, Portugal and Spain,
Queen Anne commands and we'll obey,
Over the hills and far away.
Ants will not go to an empty granary, and friends will not visit
us when our wealth is gone.
Ants will not go to an empty granary, and friends will not visit
us when our wealth is gone.
