theatre of tragedy a song by the hearth şarkı sözleri
"E'er and anon, thence hither -Yore of this glum gauntness.Ye eavesdroppest to my plea -Tarry not thy fealty!Stint this bereavement dear friend! -Wherefore dreegh me?Nay leech, nay witch,Doth but to cede my pall!"Harness gilded, steed mounted.Stern - I deem - a sire of conquer.Alack! - Solely bethought -Mayhap a song by the hearth?!Uncouth esquire parch'd my veins -Drat this sapling-drag! - Fray me! -And heed me! - Aye! - Be naught! -Should ye muster daggers in thy brow!"Fare well! - my kinsmen -I have drunk my last ale -Eat and drink well -O! - Behold my final skirmish."Crops be irk'd by draught -Kinsmen waylain by robbers -Kine of thine stampeding -Curse thee fore'ermore!Until then ne'er will I drink wine,Nor shall I feel the melodious taste of honey!
