The boat has started at last.
O be careful not to run foul
Of the fishing-nets!
WINTER
I was lonely in the cold valleys
Where I was stationed.
But I am still lonely,
And when no one is near
I sigh.
My gluttonous wife rails at me
The boat has started at last.
O be careful not to run foul
Of the fishing-nets!
WINTER
I was lonely in the cold valleys
Where I was stationed.
But I am still lonely,
And when no one is near
I sigh.
My gluttonous wife rails at me