Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
I cannot tell how the truth may be;
I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
I cannot tell how the truth may be;
I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
Time rolls his ceaseless course.
Time rolls his ceaseless course.
Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes read more
Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.
In listening mood she seemed to stand,
The guardian Naiad of the strand.
In listening mood she seemed to stand,
The guardian Naiad of the strand.
He makes a great row but does nothing.
He makes a great row but does nothing.
