draw draw draw Near the artists lair Upon he sits on the Gallery chair Lay with honey yellow

I stand upon the Venice bridge Of sighs, A palace and a prison on each Side. I saw from the tidal waves so

O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights

O.,er the banks Of the boni doon Touch and sit by The slippery moon O,.er the fields of

I see a game this a shame To see you at my front door a dame of fame sits by the Shore. Delights to see the blue floor

Still waters of the stream Row in my boat in the river Tay. Upon the swans of the lake Come up to side of the boat

O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights

what from this barran land can we reap? our fields are dry my body Frail Go on the trail before thy fail

This open glen was thick with Thorns Tis then the white of the flower hide the horns of the shy fallow Deer

The sails were full and a fair win… Blows, and the English Dutch flee… Mast show. As to fast away Plymouth to the w… Cliffs of Dover, the HMS ship th…

For the priest and the holy well And the bell .thy story tell., And for the spinning wheels, Spindle spun, And to walk over the sand dunes

God save the queen To sid vicious and the Sex pistols Olympic Dreams Twenty seven medals

The sweet smell of flowers Lies in the wet dewy grass Upon they wake of the dawn Of the day From dawn to dust they

Ah. let the sweet angels Dream. Keep his eye lids on thy Pillow, Fever make us all thin and