Soldier, soldier, won't you marry me, with your musket, fife and drum.

I will tell you. First, he comes regularly to take his rights of seigniorage, his rents, his taxes, his fourths of all the produce of his vineyards and arable lands on our Côte d'Or.

The orchards of peaches with the lush fruit weighting down the dwarfed trees.

sailors that escaped the wreck