Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
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?
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.
Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or read more
Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile
Can this fond heart forget.
Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
