Cottleston, cottleston, cottleston pie,
A fly can’t bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply,
Cottleston, cottleston, cottleston pie.
Cottleston, cottleston, cottleston pie,
A fly can’t bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply,
Cottleston, cottleston, cottleston pie.
I could not fail to disagree with you less.
History is the record of an encounter between character and circumstances.
A Dirge Rough wind, that moanest loud grief too sad for a song; wild wind, when sullen cloud knells all…