Home Main Menu Folk Song Lyrics A B1 B2 B3 B4 C1 C2 C3
D1 D2 E F G H I J K L1 L2 M N O P Q R S1 S2 S3 S4 T U V W1 W2 XYZ Search Voucher Codes
|Share page||Visit Us On FB|
Collycw The country-mans lamentation for the death of his cow. A Country Swain of little wit one day, Did kill his Cow because she went astray: Whats that to I or you, she was his own, But now the Ass for his Cow doth Moan: Most piteously methinks he cries in Vain, For now his Cow's from hunger free, and pain; What ails the fool to make so great a stir, She cannot come to him, he may to her. WBO Apr98Download the song in PDF format for printout etc.