Maxioms by Old Song
When this old cap was new
'Tis since two hundred years.
When this old cap was new
'Tis since two hundred years.
Accursed poison lies hid beneath sweet honey.
Accursed poison lies hid beneath sweet honey.
Old Rose is dead, that good old man,
We ne'er shall see him more;
He used to read more
Old Rose is dead, that good old man,
We ne'er shall see him more;
He used to wear an old blue coat
All buttoned down before.
The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not read more
The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not quail,
But sets up his rest and makes up his feast,
With a crust of brown bread and a pot of good ale.
