Thank you!
Herb, jazzing it
Doug, I'll tell you what
He's not just a drummer
He's a chamber musician
He plays them things like they were an instrument
Tell you what
(Woo!)
Shakespeare
O Mistress mine
Where are you roaming?
Stay and hear
Your true love's coming
That can sing both high and low low low
Trip no farther pretty sweeting
Journeys end in lovers' meeting
Every wise man's son does know know know
Every wise man's son does know know know
What is love
'Tis not hereafter
Present mirth
Yields present laughter
What will come is still unsure sure sure
In delay there lies no plenty
Come kiss me, sweet and twenty
Youth's a stuff will not endure dure dure
Youth's a stuff will not endure dure dure
Youth's a stuff
Will not
Endure
Dure
Dure
(Joe!)
I'm not gonna remove the umbilical cord here
Joe Crow Ryan - O Mistress Mine (Twelfth Night) [Live] Lyrics
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Thank you!
Herb, jazzing it
Doug, I'll tell you what
He's not just a drummer
He's a chamber musician
He plays them things like they were an instrument
Tell you what
(Woo!)
Shakespeare
O Mistress mine
Where are you roaming?
Stay and hear
Your true love's coming
That can sing both high and low low low
Trip no farther pretty sweeting
Journeys end in lovers' meeting
Every wise man's son does know know know
Every wise man's son does know know know
What is love
'Tis not hereafter
Present mirth
Yields present laughter
What will come is still unsure sure sure
In delay there lies no plenty
Come kiss me, sweet and twenty
Youth's a stuff will not endure dure dure
Youth's a stuff will not endure dure dure
Youth's a stuff
Will not
Endure
Dure
Dure
(Joe!)
I'm not gonna remove the umbilical cord here
Herb, jazzing it
Doug, I'll tell you what
He's not just a drummer
He's a chamber musician
He plays them things like they were an instrument
Tell you what
(Woo!)
Shakespeare
O Mistress mine
Where are you roaming?
Stay and hear
Your true love's coming
That can sing both high and low low low
Trip no farther pretty sweeting
Journeys end in lovers' meeting
Every wise man's son does know know know
Every wise man's son does know know know
What is love
'Tis not hereafter
Present mirth
Yields present laughter
What will come is still unsure sure sure
In delay there lies no plenty
Come kiss me, sweet and twenty
Youth's a stuff will not endure dure dure
Youth's a stuff will not endure dure dure
Youth's a stuff
Will not
Endure
Dure
Dure
(Joe!)
I'm not gonna remove the umbilical cord here
Writer: William Shakespeare
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