Or ever the knightly years were gone With the old world to the grave, I was a King in Babylon And you were a Christian Slave.


Echoes, 37, To W A., st. 1


Or ever the knightly years were gone With the old world to the grave, I was a King in Babylon And you were a Christian Slave.

Or ever the knightly years were gone With the old world to the grave, I was a King in Babylon And you were a Christian Slave.

Or ever the knightly years were gone With the old world to the grave, I was a King in Babylon And you were a Christian Slave.

Or ever the knightly years were gone With the old world to the grave, I was a King in Babylon And you were a Christian Slave.