Maxioms by Samuel Lover
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?
A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping.
A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping.
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.
For a ballad's a thing you expect to find lies in.
For a ballad's a thing you expect to find lies in.
"Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure,
For there's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O'More.
"Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure,
For there's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O'More.
