THE ULTIMATE GUIDE TO BEST SONGS OF ALL TIME

A Girl was strolling on the midsummer’s working day/The birds they were being whistling so merrily and gay/Together arrived a white steed, the best array/And it carried a young male, these words and phrases he did say/”Arrive Reside by the great moon/That principles the sturdy tide/Climb up on my horse, adore/And become my sweet brideOriginally