Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
And the Baron's retainers were blithe and gay,
And keeping their Christmas holiday.
And the Baron's retainers were blithe and gay,
And keeping their Christmas holiday.
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.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
