Poor Felton Grey,
Went o’er the hills and far away:
But none can say,
He went away,
Without enquiring what’s to pay.
CARR OF ETAL.
God prosper long our noble king,
Our lives and safeties all;
Poor Felton Grey,
Went o’er the hills and far away:
But none can say,
He went away,
Without enquiring what’s to pay.
God prosper long our noble king,
Our lives and safeties all;