Were" The morns are meeker than they were
The nuts are getting brown
The berry's cheek is plumper
The Rose is out of town.
The Maple wears a gayer scarf
The field a scarlet gown
Lest I should be old fashioned
I'll put a trinket on.
The nuts are getting brown
The berry's cheek is plumper
The Rose is out of town.
The Maple wears a gayer scarf
The field a scarlet gown
Lest I should be old fashioned
I'll put a trinket on.