Songtexte Lady Argyle - The Stanfields
The
yoke
of
pride,
so
many
times
Has
fallen
on
the
best
of
us
The
yoke
of
pride,
so
many
times
Has
burdened
us
who
dwell
in
charity
Why,
you
ask,
not
break
the
chains?
T'is
hard
enough
contending
with
The
downward
eyes
of
passer-bys
No
hearth,
no
home,
no
love,
no
dignity
Lo,
yet
one
more
decry
From
an
infamous
throne
such
as
mine
Vile
and
stable
In
a
wondrous
and
slow
decline
The
rain
still
must
fall
On
a
wanderer
of
such
likeness.
Fortune
is
a
beggars
bane
Yet
the
stain
blights
us
all
More
so
who
thus
deny
it.
Fortune
is
a
beggars
bane
Now
I'm
a
rogue
in
your
eyes
But
I
once
was
a
yeoman
who
shined
With
a
place
at
the
table
With
laymen
and
lords
alike
Now
I
find
myself
in
the
mire
Of
a
world
still
unfolding
itself
Vile
and
stable
In
a
wondrous
and
slow
decline
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