ivor bolton our hunting fathers, op. 8: iii. messalina şarkı sözleri
Ay me, alas, heigh ho, heigh ho!
Thus doth Messalina go
Up and down the house a-crying
For her monkey lies a-dying.
Death, thou art too cruel
To bereave her of her jewel
Or to make a seizure
Of her only treasure.
If her monkey die
She will sit and cry:
Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie!
