A book of favourite modern ballads [ed. by J.C.].1865 - Всего страниц: 83 |
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... wonnot , wonnot , mannot buckle to . " WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBRO ' TOWN . Jocky was. WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBRO ' TOWN . To snatch me from the arms of Nancy !
... wonnot , wonnot , mannot buckle to . " WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBRO ' TOWN . Jocky was. WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBRO ' TOWN . To snatch me from the arms of Nancy !
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... wonnot , wonnot , mannot buckle to . " But when he vow'd he would make her his bride , Though his flocks and herds were not few , She gave him her hand , and a kiss beside , And vow'd she'd for ever be true . Bonnie Jocky , blythe and ...
... wonnot , wonnot , mannot buckle to . " But when he vow'd he would make her his bride , Though his flocks and herds were not few , She gave him her hand , and a kiss beside , And vow'd she'd for ever be true . Bonnie Jocky , blythe and ...
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... wonnot , wonnot , mannot buckle to . " THE WOODLAND HALLO . IN our cottage , that peeps. WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBRO ' TOWN . WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBRO ' TOWN .
... wonnot , wonnot , mannot buckle to . " THE WOODLAND HALLO . IN our cottage , that peeps. WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBRO ' TOWN . WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBRO ' TOWN .
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