Lyrics:
the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sip,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so
Kingdom Come! Bertie:
By all my sainted aunt believes!
By George!
By Jove
All By Jeeves!
When we're faced with the grind
Of exerting the mind
We're
the wine and give me song
By Strauss
By Jove, by Jing, by Strauss is the thing
So I say to ha-cha-cha, heraus!
Just give me your oom-pa-pah, by
a different lingo
But they all loved Oh By Jingo
And every night
They sang in the pale moonlight
Oh By Gee, By Gosh, By Gum, By Jove
Oh By Jingo, won't you
doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sip,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much hon'ring
Lang Syne.
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How you wonder who I am.
Way up in the sky, so low,
You're a better man than I am, oh, by Jove
hot
He held his head in terror
By Jove and by surprise
The current of lightning filled with light
It burned his hands with symbols
White noise
hot
He held his head in terror
By Jove and by surprise
The current of lightning filled with light
It burned his hands with symbols
White noise
with a different lingo
But they all loved Oh By Jingo
And every night, they sang in the pale moonlight
Oh by gee by gosh by gum by jove
Oh By Jingo
Oh by Jove and by Jehovah, you have set my heart aflame
(And to you, you Casanova, my reactions are the same)
I would sing thee tender verses but
El vell somreia en veure
L'adult jutjant el jove
Per burlar-se d'un crio
Que es creia molt savi
El vell somreia en veure
L'adult jutjant el jove
Per
Som massa joves per estar tan tristos.
Som massa joves per estar tan tristos.
Som massa joves per estar tan tristos.
Som massa joves.
Som massa
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doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine
But might I of Jove's nectar sip
I would not change for thine
I sent thee late a rosy wreath
Not so much honoring thee
Oh, by Jove and by Jehovah, you have set my heart a flame
And to you, you Casanova, my reactions are the same
I would sing thee tender verses but
Mai serem tan joves com avui
7 juny de l’any 2018
una lluna plena com un puny
per què vull res més si ara estam junts?
Si demà és es darrer dia
Lang Syne.
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How you wonder who I am.
Way up in the sky, so low,
You're a better man than I am, oh, by Jove
Oh, by Jove and by Jehovah, you have set my heart a flame
And to you, you Casanova, my reactions are the same
I would sing thee tender verses but
"Ye sacred muses, race of Jove
whom Music's lore delighteth
Come down from crystal heav'ns above
To earth where sorrow dwelleth
In mourning weeds,
"Ye sacred Muses, race of Jove
Whom Music's lore delighteth
Come down from crystal heav'ns above
To earth where sorrow dwelleth
In mourning weeds,
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
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