Lyrics:
is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes's
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
Saint Ignatius of Antioch, pray for us
Saint Lawrence, pray for us
Saint Perpetua and Saint Felicity, pray for us
Saint Agnes, pray for us
Ora pro nobis.
of Antioch, pray for us.
Saint Lawrence, pray for us.
Saint Perpetua and Saint Felicity, pray for us.
Saint Agnes, pray for us.
Saint Gregory, pray for us.
devienne une dictature
Mon daron m'parle de Saint-Agne
Est-ce que j'hallucine ou y'a
Une erreur de syntaxe?
J'en ai vu des centaines, comme sans âme
Qui
Eve Of Agnes
Drop-dead lover
You're the main attraction
Single-celled, kiss-and-tell
Silent, but kept with a caption
I make my money
On the fear
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
wore
To your house
They still smell a bit like you
Late evening sunsets
What am I supposed to do?
If we should meet again
On Agnes Eve
Or on some lonely
Saint Agnes' fountain.
Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine when we bear them thither
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peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain.
Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pinelogs hither
Thou and I will see him
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes' fountain
peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by Saint
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
Saint Agnes fountain.
Bring me flesh, and bring me wine.
Bring me pine logs hither.
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear the thither.
Page
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
with her sister Pain
Waiting for you to send her away
Wish her well break the chain
Break the chain"
I feel you
Ophelia
"The Eve of St. Agnes
Saint Agnes fountain.
Bring me flesh, and bring me wine.
Bring me pine logs hither.
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear the thither.
Page
peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;
Right against the forest fence, by Saint
Saint Agnes fountain
Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear them thither
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maid and bleeder
Keep back, keep back, keep back a hundred metres
They saw Saint Agnes being good
So on the road they went to kill her
One strike
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
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