Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
Why don't the men propose, mamma?
Why don't the men propose?
Why don't the men propose, mamma?
Why don't the men propose?
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.
There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.
