Poet-player, of Beverly Horace,
You lost a bunch of banknotes,
And silver, fathers heritage,
And horses, and even coachmen -
And with joy at the map b, to villain,
I would put a book of his poems,
Were your verse went though a penny.
Poet-player, of Beverly Horace,
You lost a bunch of banknotes,
And silver, fathers heritage,
And horses, and even coachmen -
And with joy at the map b, to villain,
I would put a book of his poems,
Were your verse went though a penny.
