Old Song

A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.

A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.

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.

Accursed poison lies hid beneath sweet honey.

Accursed poison lies hid beneath sweet honey.

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.

There's a skin without and a skin within,
A covering skin and a lining skin,
But the read more

There's a skin without and a skin within,
A covering skin and a lining skin,
But the skin within is the skin without
Doubled and carried complete throughout.