The Concubine
I've been told lies
One child away for Rome to spare
I can wait, child and write songs
By long beheaded
I am grateful for roaming
And so I long for your econ
Either side era, I rest tonight
Oh, ho, ho
Now autumn falls down
And I can hear the sound
Autumn falls down
Autumn goes down
And I 'til the ground
All I can [unverified]