A leaky eye,
That's never dry,
These woeful times is fitting;
A wrinkled face
Adds solemn grace
To folks devout at meeting.
A furrow'd brow,
Where corn might grow,
Such fertile soil is seen in't,
A long hook nose,
A leaky eye,
That's never dry,
These woeful times is fitting;
A wrinkled face
Adds solemn grace
To folks devout at meeting.
A furrow'd brow,
Where corn might grow,
Such fertile soil is seen in't,
A long hook nose,