Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
