Then Bobbles sweart agin him straight,
So off they chustled him
To horrid Zone for seasons eight,
And chortled at his din.
So all ye pals, come gristle up
Unto my doleful tale:
Ne’er fake away, nor jumble sup,
Though nix my Dolly fail.
Alma.
——:o:——
Then Bobbles sweart agin him straight,
So off they chustled him
To horrid Zone for seasons eight,
And chortled at his din.
So all ye pals, come gristle up
Unto my doleful tale:
Ne’er fake away, nor jumble sup,
Though nix my Dolly fail.
Alma.
——:o:——