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And what wul ye doe wi ' your towirs and your ha ' , That were sae fair to see , O ? ' ' l'le let thame stand tul they doun fa ' , Mither , mither ; I'le let thame stand tul they doun fa ' , For here nevir mair maun I be , O. ' ' And ...
And what wul ye doe wi ' your towirs and your ha ' , That were sae fair to see , O ? ' ' l'le let thame stand tul they doun fa ' , Mither , mither ; I'le let thame stand tul they doun fa ' , For here nevir mair maun I be , O. ' ' And ...
Page 342
But , mother , ' tis vain ; but , father , ' tis vain ; Stern Hamish stands bold on the brink , and dangles the child o'er the deep . Now a faintness falls on the men that run , and they all stand still . And the wife prays Hamish as if ...
But , mother , ' tis vain ; but , father , ' tis vain ; Stern Hamish stands bold on the brink , and dangles the child o'er the deep . Now a faintness falls on the men that run , and they all stand still . And the wife prays Hamish as if ...
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The loftiest place is that seat of grace For which all worldlings try : But who would stand in hempen band Upon a scaffold high , And through a murderer's collar take His last look at the sky ? It is sweet to dance to violins When Love ...
The loftiest place is that seat of grace For which all worldlings try : But who would stand in hempen band Upon a scaffold high , And through a murderer's collar take His last look at the sky ? It is sweet to dance to violins When Love ...
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