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