Who’ve naught to come.
Ye sunniest hour,
Is ye life of a flower.
The greatest gift supernal,
Is love eternal.
Since I never lose,
A fresh excuse go choose.
Keep working,
No shirking.
The hours of night
Who’ve naught to come.
Ye sunniest hour,
Is ye life of a flower.
The greatest gift supernal,
Is love eternal.
Since I never lose,
A fresh excuse go choose.
Keep working,
No shirking.
The hours of night