.(brooker / reid) *
In the wee small hours of sixpence
And the lighted chandelier>Stands a rusty old retainer>Whose old eyes are filled with tears
For his master, good sir galant,
Who is now off to the wars
And although his eyes are crying
We know grief is not the cause
And.
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