A fine morning’s killing, ay! All their necks wrung – all dead birds! Once they could fly – fly and swim! Fly and swim! All dead now – and sold cheap in the open market!
A fine morning’s killing, ay! All their necks wrung – all dead
A fine morning’s killing, ay! All their necks wrung – all dead birds! Once they could fly – fly and swim! Fly and swim! All dead now – and sold cheap in the open market!
