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O yes , I am poisoned ; mother , mak my bed soon , For I'm sick at the heart , and I fain wad lie down . " 7. " What d'ye leave to your mother , Lord Randal , my son ? What d'ye leave to your mother , my handsome young man ?
O yes , I am poisoned ; mother , mak my bed soon , For I'm sick at the heart , and I fain wad lie down . " 7. " What d'ye leave to your mother , Lord Randal , my son ? What d'ye leave to your mother , my handsome young man ?
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TO ANTHEA , WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING Bid me to live , and I will live Thy protestant to be : Or bid me love , and I will give A loving heart to thee . A heart as soft , a heart as kind , A heart as sound and free As in the whole ...
TO ANTHEA , WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING Bid me to live , and I will live Thy protestant to be : Or bid me love , and I will give A loving heart to thee . A heart as soft , a heart as kind , A heart as sound and free As in the whole ...
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MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS FAREWELL to the Highlands , farewell to the North , The birthplace of valor , the country of worth ! Wherever I wander , wherever I rove , The hills of the Highlands for ever I love . Chorus My heart's in the ...
MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS FAREWELL to the Highlands , farewell to the North , The birthplace of valor , the country of worth ! Wherever I wander , wherever I rove , The hills of the Highlands for ever I love . Chorus My heart's in the ...
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| Pealkiri | English Masterpieces: From the beginnings through the XVIII century 1. köide of English Masterpieces, Hunley Whatley Herrinton |
| Autor | Hunley Whatley Herrinton |
| Publisher | P. Owen, 1957 |
| Original from | California Ülikool |
| Digitized | 26 sept. 2007 |
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