Maxioms by Samuel Lover
A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping.
A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
For a ballad's a thing you expect to find lies in.
For a ballad's a thing you expect to find lies in.
There was a place in childhood that I remember well,
And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy read more
There was a place in childhood that I remember well,
And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell.
Where's the snow
That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?
Where's the snow
That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?
