Shunned softly in the sun, Rode on his best man to Sarah.
Schoolboy eyes, But stirred with innocent fun,
Never told no lies, He loved Sarah.
Wasted by Bramble, Carried by Brooke,
To every vision of silk, Sarah.
Fragrant fields, Playing croquet in the sun,
Nothing appeals, Like Sarah.
Wasted by Bramble, Carried by Brooke,
To every vision of silk, Sarah.
