Cede the wherefores and do na chide,
Maybe I am peenging — ween of joy;
Cede the wherefores and do na chide —
Thrawn and slab of leer I hold thee, and yore was ‘gal.
Riddance,
Sith the one.
Cede the wherefores and do na chide,
Maybe I am peenging — ween of joy;
Cede the wherefores and do na chide —
Thrawn and slab of leer I hold thee, and yore was ‘gal.
Riddance,
Sith the one.