"Tell me then, my mother my dear, What''s the dress that I should wear?"
"Daughter, any reds or blues, But the black is most in u."
"Nay, but say, my mother my dear, Why do you fall weeping here?" "Oh! the truth must be said,— It''s that John of Tours is dead."
"Mother, let the xton know That the grave must be for two;" "Aye, and still have room to spare, For you must shut the baby there."
"Tell me then, my mother my dear, What''s the dress that I should wear?"
"Daughter, any reds or blues, But the black is most in u."
"Nay, but say, my mother my dear, Why do you fall weeping here?" "Oh! the truth must be said,— It''s that John of Tours is dead."
"Mother, let the xton know That the grave must be for two;" "Aye, and still have room to spare, For you must shut the baby there."