Their Eyes, their Lips, their Busses
Recall my Love,—Ah must I die!
[ AIR LXVI. Green Sleeves.]
Since Laws were made for ev’ry Degree,
To curb Vice in others, as well as me,
I wonder we han’t better Company,
Upon Tyburn Tree!
Their Eyes, their Lips, their Busses
Recall my Love,—Ah must I die!
Since Laws were made for ev’ry Degree,
To curb Vice in others, as well as me,
I wonder we han’t better Company,
Upon Tyburn Tree!