Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
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.
Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
