"E'er and anon, thence hither - Yore of this glum gauntness. Ye eavesdroppest to my plea - Tarry not thy fealty!
Stint this bereavement dear friend! - Wherefore dreegh me? Nay leech, nay witch, Doth but to cede my pall!" Harness gildéd, steed mountéd. Stern - I deem - a sire of conquer. Alack! - Solely bethought - Mayhap a song by the hearth?!
Uncouth esquire parch'd my veins - Drat this sapling-drag! - Fray me! - And heed me! - Aye! - Be naught! - Should ye muster daggers in thy brow! "Fare well! - my kinsmen - I have drunk my last ale - Eat and drink well - O! - Behold my final skirmish."
Crops be irk'd by draught - Kinsmen waylain by robbers - Kine of thine stampeding - Curse thee fore'ermore! Until then ne'er will I drink wine, Nor shall I feel the melodious taste of honey!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
