Come, ye weary, heavy-laden
Lost and ruined by the fall
If you tarry 'til you're better
You will never come at all
I will arise and go to Jesus
He will embrace me in His arms
In the arms of my dear Savior
O, there are ten thousand charms
I need to find me an abiding buxom wench who’ll play my hurdy-gurdy like that, so we may feast like it’s 1299 AD.
Downloaded some Beatles songs to listen to while I drive. Some of the new mixes are really good, they sound like more like the original mono rather than the awful stereo versions that came out in the 80s.
Al Bowlly Lew Stone Monseigneur Band - My Woman 1932