The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #133932   Message #3042888
Posted By: Paul Burke
29-Nov-10 - 01:20 PM
Thread Name: Freshly Mangled Lyrics
Subject: RE: Freshly Mangled Lyrics
Widow of the young man with salt

The town of Chester, widow of the man easily do
Wednesday clothing in a way that Excel
Is a good word from a long, long fingers, and small
Is the one who would be good - to ask about the ladies ...
The widow of a wealthy young man to a place

Young people think about fast, to tenants who were new fans
For his hat, and my spirit upon all sides to find
My love for you love, and I'm called to think.
But this is you, if you give to farmers.

He was, and he was not for you! "This
I live, I have been the wealth of many of the children,
It's not that your home is furbelows yows
Dress of silk and satin, my country, and that it "all the glory"

"Madam, all the glory, not timidly
In another story is not the last.
If you need to condemn the world, you must drop the clichés,
Linsey!- the cries of the glory of thy clothes? "

And finally to the glowing embers, Collier-
Hat on his face to God in the Tour, will reject the request now
While undertaking Agricola;
No, not a widow's pension's, and I'm sure I bewildering
"I may never merry widow's the man in court"