Hold Your Nose!
That's the idea, John!
More Ancient Music
After Anon & Pound
Springtide is icumen in
Lhude sing Achoo.
Pollen drifts and gives us fits
And how the sneezes echo!
Sing: Achoo
Burneth eyes and causeth sighs
An ague hath my head.
Meltests snow and makes nose blow
And sinuses to bleed anew.
Achoo you sing: Achoo
Achoo, Achoo, ‘tis why I am, Achoo
So ‘gainst the springtime’s brew
Sing Achoo, Achoo, sing Achoo,
Sing Achoo, Achoo, ACHOO!
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Ralph
Last edited by RCL; 02-28-2014 at 04:43 PM.
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