And such a black mass of tangled hair?
Friar Paul.
He who is sitting there,
With a rollicking,
Devil may care,
Free and easy look and air,
As if he were used to such feasting and frollicking?
Friar John.
The same.
Friar Paul.
And such a black mass of tangled hair?
Friar Paul.
He who is sitting there,
With a rollicking,
Devil may care,
Free and easy look and air,
As if he were used to such feasting and frollicking?
Friar John.
The same.
Friar Paul.