Maxioms by Samuel Lover
A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping.
A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping.
Where's the snow
That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?
Where's the snow
That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?
Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.
Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
For a ballad's a thing you expect to find lies in.
For a ballad's a thing you expect to find lies in.
