
There was an old Roe from the mountain.
From who love once flowed out like a fountain.
They say back in the day,
He'd shared with someone it's ways,
But's he lost one of his eyes in the partin.
From who love once flowed out like a fountain.
They say back in the day,
He'd shared with someone it's ways,
But's he lost one of his eyes in the partin.