As i lonely plough
My messy heap,
And if i hopely sow,
Or even down the stream
i try merrily row,
There's only tears
For me to keep.
Sir, i find as i sow
i jus' do not reap....
It don’t grow what I plant
As i lonely plough
My messy heap,
And if i hopely sow,
Or even down the stream
i try merrily row,
There's only tears
For me to keep.
Sir, i find as i sow
i jus' do not reap....