He said he was going to his father's funeral,
Who died seven years before he was born!
vi.
As I looked out o' my chamber window,
I heard something fall;
I sent my maid to pick it up,
But she couldn't pick it all.
vii.
Black within, and red without,
He said he was going to his father's funeral,
Who died seven years before he was born!
As I looked out o' my chamber window,
I heard something fall;
I sent my maid to pick it up,
But she couldn't pick it all.
Black within, and red without,