Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son,
Now that the fields are dank and ways are mire,
Where shall we meet, and by the fire
Help waste a sullen day, what may be won
From the hard season gaining?
Now that the fields are dank and ways are mire,
Where shall we meet, and by the fire
Help waste a sullen day, what may be won
From the hard season gaining?
Golden Treasury
