CRAZY MARGARET.
That is she across the way,
Dressed as for a holiday,
Wandering aimlessly along
In oblivion of the throng,
With her lay of old regret;
That is crazy Margaret.
And her tale floats up and down
This enchanted Norman town,
That is she across the way,
Dressed as for a holiday,
Wandering aimlessly along
In oblivion of the throng,
With her lay of old regret;
That is crazy Margaret.
And her tale floats up and down
This enchanted Norman town,