To retrospection doth incline;
"A faultless figure, watchet eyes
As sweet as early summer skies!
What pretty hands, what subtle grace,
And what a winsome little face!"
In Mrs. Williams' driest sherry
He toasts the Lass of Bolney Ferry!
To retrospection doth incline;
"A faultless figure, watchet eyes
As sweet as early summer skies!
What pretty hands, what subtle grace,
And what a winsome little face!"
In Mrs. Williams' driest sherry
He toasts the Lass of Bolney Ferry!