I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; And now am I come with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would... The Book of Scottish Ballads: A Comprehensive Collection of the Most ... - Página 66 editado por - 1875 - 576 páginas Vista completa -
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