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The Song Book |
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I've seen the morning, with gold the hills adorning, And loud tempests storming before the mid-day : I 've seen Tweed's silver streams shining in the sunny beams, Grow drumly and dark as he row'd on his way. O fickle Fortune ! why this cruel sporting ? O why perplex us, poor sons of a day ? No more your smiles can cheer me, no more your frowns can fear For the flow'rs of the forest are melted away. [me,
Words by Mrs. Cockburn. Tune The Flowers of the Forest. |
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WEE WILLIE GRAY |
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Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet! Twice a lily-flow'r will be his sack and cravat: Feathers of a flea wad feather up his bonnet.
Words by Burns. |
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