Letra

Then, in time passing
One Mr. Johnson died and I became an humble suitor for his place
Thinking myself most worthiest
But I saw that I was like to go without it
And that any might have preferment but I
Whereby I began to sound the cause
And guessed that my religion was my hindrance
Whereupon, my mind being troubled
I desired to get beyond the seas
Written by: John Dowland
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