My Boy - Heads

Written by: J. Dover

My Boy - Heads

My kingly court, now looking- but not looking up

Join Lincoln City not, my boy, join not my gloomy town 

Tint of brown brick, my look confirming my gloom

Gloomy girl, gloomy boy, gloomy union for my crown

          But you, you follow in my flock

            You look,  but not to pry

          My quiz for you- now coming

          But you follow, you willfully comply

                             you try