Description
He’d nothing but his violin, I’d nothing but my song, But we were wed when skies were blue And summer days were long; And when we rested by the hedge, The robins came and told How they had dared to woo and win, When early Spring was cold. We sometimes supped on dew-berries, Or slept among the hay, But oft the farmers’ wives at eve Came out to hear us play; The rare old songs, the dear old tunes, — We could not starve for long While my man had his violin, And I my sweet love-song.
Product ID: 9781776748037
Sku: UT-B7RO-QZQF
