@3Macheath@1 Were I laid on @3Greenland's@1 Coast, And in my Arms embrac'd my Lass; Warm amidst eternal Frost, Too soon the Half Year's Night would pass. @3Polly@1 Were I sold on @3Indian@1 Soil, Soon as the burning Day was clos'd, I would mock the sultry Toil When on my Charmer's Breast repos'd. @3Macheath@1 And I would love you all the Day, @3Polly@1 Every Night would kiss and play, @3Macheath@1 If with me you'd fondly stray @3Polly@1 Over the Hills and far away. |