it's life And the green leaves they grow rarely She's howket a grave by the lecht o' the moon Fine flowers in the valley An' there she's buried her sweet
was the truth, to say it was the lie And grateful was the giver for the gift of you and I So be thankful for a reason to complain That it's all been left
? The truth's in your right hand; Ye's hae some o my gold, and some o my gear, And the twelfth part o my land.' 'It's I will marry your daughter Janet
Oh what's the matter with you my lass And where's your dashing Jimmy The soldier boys have picked him up And sent him far, far from me Last payday he
where the songs all come from Finger picking weary strings Gonna set his life to music Found a reason for the rhyme Waiting for the break The day he's
ye have been Oh, how could you sit at another man's table How could you drink of another man's wine How could you lie in another man's arms When often
me And what's left for decent people to believe in It's not a question of to be or not to be And what's the point, it's only us that we're deceiving
magistrate's decision? When winter comes howling in When the turkey's in the oven, and the Christmas presents are bought And Santa's in his module, he's
heather bands will never staunch the flood There's none but the Witch of the Westmorelands can save thy dear life's blood" So turn, turn your Stallion's