In this fair town we laid them down in
1643,
It was
Staring at the dark with hungry eyes,
Moonlight flickered in the
Come and listen, brave and tall,
The greatest tale I have
I`ll sing you a song how first we began,
Our toils
It's been a year at sea since your letter came
All good people I pray you attend
Poor John Lomas his
Poor as paupers, proud as kings,
All we do is aim
Winter morning, I rode out to take the air.
I heard
Down on the moor in a green old field,
There lies
You've heard of the great disaster
Where a terrible price was
The streams of lovely Nancy are divided in three parts,
Where
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