Cost two hundred. I don't care!
She is mine.
Old Times.
Ah, good old times of belles and beaux,
Of powdered wigs and wondrous hose,
Of stately airs and careful grace,
Look you at our degenerate race.
No more the gallant spends his time
Cost two hundred. I don't care!
She is mine.
Ah, good old times of belles and beaux,
Of powdered wigs and wondrous hose,
Of stately airs and careful grace,
Look you at our degenerate race.
No more the gallant spends his time