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…

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

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

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,…

the storm winds of autumn Make me shake by the lake The window pain rattle shake To ruffle a few wet feathers With birds singing by the lake

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

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

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

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

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

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