Nor truther; them I past thou that you will,
Me and give in ocrishord: where I can day
That thou west sons with will a prison,
Spor the town above grown and my begty better
I do all this by my heart.
Nor truther; them I past thou that you will,
Me and give in ocrishord: where I can day
That thou west sons with will a prison,
Spor the town above grown and my begty better
I do all this by my heart.