Black, White, Green, and Brown
Have all vanished from Town—
Get away!
Take a dip, take a sail,
Never mind turning pale—
A bold fellow, I trow,
Who dare blot paper now
We are free—
Let him feather his oar,
Let him flirt on the shore,
Black, White, Green, and Brown
Have all vanished from Town—
Get away!
Take a dip, take a sail,
Never mind turning pale—
A bold fellow, I trow,
Who dare blot paper now
We are free—
Let him feather his oar,
Let him flirt on the shore,