Come and kiss me.
Long may the tree in his banner that glances,
Yet if hope has flown away
Cakes for dainty mouths to eat,
Morns that pass by,
Signalling each other,
Grunting and snarling.
Like two pigeons in one nest
Poor Laura could not hear;
Through my fingers to the deep,
Come and kiss me.
Long may the tree in his banner that glances,
Yet if hope has flown away
Cakes for dainty mouths to eat,
Morns that pass by,
Signalling each other,
Grunting and snarling.
Like two pigeons in one nest
Poor Laura could not hear;
Through my fingers to the deep,