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Էջ 71
... For soon amid the silver loneliness Of night he lifted up his voice and sang , Secure , with only two moons listening , Until the whole harmonious landscape rang* For auld lang syne . ' The weary throat gave 71.
... For soon amid the silver loneliness Of night he lifted up his voice and sang , Secure , with only two moons listening , Until the whole harmonious landscape rang* For auld lang syne . ' The weary throat gave 71.
Էջ 72
The weary throat gave out , The last word wavered , and the song being done . He raised again the jug regretfully And shook his head , and was again alone . There was not much that was ahead of him , And there was nothing in the town ...
The weary throat gave out , The last word wavered , and the song being done . He raised again the jug regretfully And shook his head , and was again alone . There was not much that was ahead of him , And there was nothing in the town ...
Էջ 130
“ I hae been to the wild wood ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary wi ' hunting , and fain wald lie down . ' , ' Where gat ye your dinner , Lord Randal , my son ? Where gat ye your dinner , my handsome young man ?
“ I hae been to the wild wood ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary wi ' hunting , and fain wald lie down . ' , ' Where gat ye your dinner , Lord Randal , my son ? Where gat ye your dinner , my handsome young man ?
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