“Oh for a booke and a shadie nooke,Eyther in doore or out;With the grene leaves whispering overheadOr the streete cryes all about.Where I maie read all at my ease,Both of the newe and old;For a jollie goode booke whereon to looke,Is better to me than golde.”Old English Song
“Oh for a booke and a shadie nooke,Eyther in doore or out;With the grene leaves whispering overheadOr the streete cryes all about.Where I maie read all at my ease,Both of the newe and old;For a jollie goode booke whereon to looke,Is better to me than golde.”Old English Song
“Oh for a booke and a shadie nooke,Eyther in doore or out;With the grene leaves whispering overheadOr the streete cryes all about.Where I maie read all at my ease,Both of the newe and old;For a jollie goode booke whereon to looke,Is better to me than golde.”
“Oh for a booke and a shadie nooke,
Eyther in doore or out;
With the grene leaves whispering overhead
Or the streete cryes all about.
Where I maie read all at my ease,
Both of the newe and old;
For a jollie goode booke whereon to looke,
Is better to me than golde.”
Old English Song
Old English Song