It's a song of a merryman, moping mum,
Whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum, Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb,
As he sighed for the love of a lady.


The Yeomen of the Guard, I

W. S. Gilbert Quotes

It's a song of a merryman, moping mum, Whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum, Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb, As he sighed for...

It's a song of a merryman, moping mum, Whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum, Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb, As he sighed for...

It's a song of a merryman, moping mum, Whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum, Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb, As he sighed for...

It's a song of a merryman, moping mum, Whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum, Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb, As he sighed for...