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,
I must be going, no longer staying
O'er towering mountain I
'Where have you been my long, long love
These seven long
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