Will no one say hush! to thee
poor lass, poor bit of a wench?
Will never a man say: Come, my pigeon,
come an’ be still wi’ me, my own bit of a
wench!
And would you peck out his eyes if he did?
Will no one say hush! to thee
poor lass, poor bit of a wench?
Will never a man say: Come, my pigeon,
come an’ be still wi’ me, my own bit of a
wench!
And would you peck out his eyes if he did?