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

O, enough, we live - 0,and a life, O, with large results 0 and, so Little rife, O thy see it bearable 0 and see It worth,

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

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

Yet you know upon you To let me suffer the pain The hurtfull strain in the Rain. Humilinate does you know sad

It is I write a few lines Of a poets story of thy Times We all like Mr chimes Who drinks gin on the

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

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

Gapes around the silent arena Tis inside bugle trumpets bull ca… Tis of wild angry soundings foot Bounds and spurns the angry mighty Brute, first run in the sand pit,…

Thou dear jack frost To this freeze Thy hands and toes To look outside by the Frozen window pane

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

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