letra de your hay it is mow'd - henry purcell
[grimbald]
your hay it is mow’d, and your corn is reap’d;
your barns will be full, and your hovels heap’d:
come, boys, come;
come, boys, come;
and merrily roar out our harvest home
[farmers]
come, boys, come;
come, boys, come;
and merrily roar our harvest home
[grimbald]
we cheated the parson, we’ll cheat him again
for why should a blockhead have one in ten?
one in ten
one in ten
for why should a blockhead have one in ten?
for prating so long like a book-learn’d sot
till pudding and dumpling burn to pot
burn to pot
burn to pot
till pudding and dumpling burn to pot
[farmers]
burn to pot
burn to pot
till pudding and dumpling burn to pot
[grimbald]
we’ll toss off our ale till we cannot stand
and heigh for thе honour of old england:
old england
old england
and heigh for the honour of old england
[farmers]
old england
old england
and heigh for thе honour of old england
letras aleatórias
- letra de gradska deca - biba
- letra de how it was (outro) - vrolance
- letra de jenny come in - joan shelley
- letra de that funny feeling - goode
- letra de stay - oceanfromtheblue
- letra de my first freestyle [prod. 2300 x 29] - justonho
- letra de sir - threewoodz
- letra de rise above - void kandy
- letra de умер (died) - 3гандэбой (3gandeboy)
- letra de river of january - doomshine