THE PASSING HOUR. THE LAST DANCE OF WINTER Songs to Spring we've all been singing, * Just a little out
... grey, That because my days are numbered I no longer can be gay, I'll, like England's great Eliza When the Scotchman oame to spy, If it's only just to spite you, * Tread one measure ere I die. She, with north wind for her partner, WTiirling, turning, to ...