I lived in Newville
I lived in Newville, Until it became old,I lived in Newville, Back when this song was told. 'Tis odd indeed to be spiteful,A bit like a weary old stoat, But 'tis hard to be kind to Time,When he's the one who makes you croak.
I lived in Newville, Until it became old,I lived in Newville, Back when this song was told. 'Tis odd indeed to be spiteful,A bit like a weary old stoat, But 'tis hard to be kind to Time,When he's the one who makes you croak.