 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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LIVERY.
Old-fashioned raiment suits the Tree:Tho' flouting winds are fain
To strip the foliage, presently
He pattern's it again;
Fastidious of chivalry,
Rejecting as in scorn
All other than the panoply
His ancestors have worn.
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |