An Ode To Alice [Neapolitan translation]

Beneath the clover there lyth Alice

Locked forever in her piney prisoned palace

Short was her breath by hindered stays

Tis unfortunate too it shortened her days

No more shall her red tresses flow

No more shall her blue eyes glow

For a beastial cancer emaciated her strength

Then ran with her life at great length

• Artist:Ww Ww