The Rhyming River: An Anthology of Verse, Volumen4 |
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But Mother you know the fiddle hangs close beside the chink And the wind upon the string is playing the tune I think . The dog is barking now the fiddle can't play the tune . But Mother you know they say dogs bark when they see the moon ...
But Mother you know the fiddle hangs close beside the chink And the wind upon the string is playing the tune I think . The dog is barking now the fiddle can't play the tune . But Mother you know they say dogs bark when they see the moon ...
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Or come ye here to play ? Or come ye here to drink good wine Upon the weddin ' - day ? ' — ' I come na here to fight , ' he said , ' I come na here to play ; I'll but lead a dance wi ' the bonny bride , And mount and go my way .
Or come ye here to play ? Or come ye here to drink good wine Upon the weddin ' - day ? ' — ' I come na here to fight , ' he said , ' I come na here to play ; I'll but lead a dance wi ' the bonny bride , And mount and go my way .
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But aye she gar'd the trumpet sound ' It's a ' fair play ! ' My blessing on your heart , sweet thing ! Wae to your wilfu ' will ! Sae mony a gallant gentleman's blood This day as ye've gar'd spill . ' But a ' you lords of fair England ...
But aye she gar'd the trumpet sound ' It's a ' fair play ! ' My blessing on your heart , sweet thing ! Wae to your wilfu ' will ! Sae mony a gallant gentleman's blood This day as ye've gar'd spill . ' But a ' you lords of fair England ...
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The Wind and the Rain William Shakespeare | 4 |
Poor Rumble James Reeves ΙΟ | 12 |
The Daniel Jazz Vachel Lindsay | 18 |
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