FLASH LAD Flash Lad 1. Adieu, adieu, I must meet my fate, I was brought up in a tender state, Until bad counsel did me entice, To leave off work and to follow vice. Which makes me now lament and say, As in the dismal cell I lay, Pity the fall of young fellows all. 0 well-a-day! 0 well-a-day! 2. … Weiterlesen →