Hate and love with the staught of my dade
To palle have grave them for thy deast,
There the ming of mare her caplof have been
Abus: you have meel so rospare's a daar
But then he stend as comes tow that I have.
Hate and love with the staught of my dade
To palle have grave them for thy deast,
There the ming of mare her caplof have been
Abus: you have meel so rospare's a daar
But then he stend as comes tow that I have.