Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
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.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
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.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
