Unless he first doth die.
Ye ancient steed is seen no more,
Ye doctor telephones
An absent treatment, or, perchance,
Manipulates ye bones.
Ye Town Crier
Ye Crier walks all over town
And loudly rings his bell,
Unless he first doth die.
Ye ancient steed is seen no more,
Ye doctor telephones
An absent treatment, or, perchance,
Manipulates ye bones.
Ye Crier walks all over town
And loudly rings his bell,