ON COMMISSARY GOLDIE'S BRAINS
LORD, to account who dares thee call,
Or e'er dispute thy pleasure?
Else why, within so thick a wall,
Enclose so poor a treasure?
ON COMMISSARY GOLDIE'S BRAINS
LORD, to account who dares thee call,
Or e'er dispute thy pleasure?
Else why, within so thick a wall,
Enclose so poor a treasure?