Carousing all the evening and the drinking of the wine,
The
I took my only young son, And my only daughter,
Down
How can I ever know you, how can I ever
I am a young man that's inclined to seek pleasure,
Inclined
I saw him on the strand;
he'd been so long
Sportsmen, arouse! The morning is clear.
The larks are singing all
The rain comes down in merry Lincoln
So does it down
"I am a poor young girl
That's straight from Callander.
I'm in
Come all you young fathers that handle a gun,
Beware of
When I was a wee thing, I heard my mother
Where does the River Rhine rise?
Where does the River Rhine
Enthralled was I, so enthralled was I,
As I walked the
Tell me who gave us the Book of Doves
Columba, Columba,
'Where have you been my long, long love
These seven long
Well it's eighteen years since the loud cicadas
Made us leave
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