Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
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?
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.
