Cede the wherefores and do na chide,
Maybe I am peenging - ween of joy;
Cede the wherefores and do na chide -
Thrawn and slab of leer I hold thee, and yore was ´gal.

Riddance,
Sith the one

Cede the wherefores and do na chide -
Thrawn and slab of leer I hold thee, and yore was ´gal.

Riddance,
Sith the one