The Penguin Book of Scottish VerseTom Scott Penguin, 1970 - 518 էջ |
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Արդյունքներ 48–ի 1-ից 3-ը:
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... heart , and I fain wad lie down . ' ' What d'ye leave to your mother , Lord Randal , my son ? What d'ye leave to your mother , my handsome young man ? ' ' Four and twenty milk kye ; mother , mak my bed soon , For I'm sick at the heart ...
... heart , and I fain wad lie down . ' ' What d'ye leave to your mother , Lord Randal , my son ? What d'ye leave to your mother , my handsome young man ? ' ' Four and twenty milk kye ; mother , mak my bed soon , For I'm sick at the heart ...
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... heart light , I wad die . He hecht , etc. He had a wee titty that lo'ed na me , Because I was twice as bonny as she ; She rais'd sic a pother ' twixt him and his mother , That were na my heart light , I wad die . She rais'd , etc. The ...
... heart light , I wad die . He hecht , etc. He had a wee titty that lo'ed na me , Because I was twice as bonny as she ; She rais'd sic a pother ' twixt him and his mother , That were na my heart light , I wad die . She rais'd , etc. The ...
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... heart light , I wad die . Albeit I was , etc. They said I had neither cow nor calf , Nor dribbles of drink rins thro ' the draff , Nor pickles of meal rins thro ' the mill - eye ; And were na my heart light , I wad die . Nor pickles of ...
... heart light , I wad die . Albeit I was , etc. They said I had neither cow nor calf , Nor dribbles of drink rins thro ' the draff , Nor pickles of meal rins thro ' the mill - eye ; And were na my heart light , I wad die . Nor pickles of ...
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ANONYMOUS c 1500 | 67 |
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