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The western tide crept up along the sand , And o ' er and o ' er the sand , And
round and round the sand , As far as eye could see . The rolling mist came down
and hid the land : And never home came she . ' Oh ! is it weed , or fish , or floating
...
The western tide crept up along the sand , And o ' er and o ' er the sand , And
round and round the sand , As far as eye could see . The rolling mist came down
and hid the land : And never home came she . ' Oh ! is it weed , or fish , or floating
...
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LORD ULLIN ' S DAUGHTER A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound Cries '
Boatman , do not tarry ! And I ' ll give thee a silver pound To row us o ' er the ferry
! ' “ Now who be ye , would cross Lochgyle This dark and stormy water ? ' ' O I ' m
the ...
LORD ULLIN ' S DAUGHTER A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound Cries '
Boatman , do not tarry ! And I ' ll give thee a silver pound To row us o ' er the ferry
! ' “ Now who be ye , would cross Lochgyle This dark and stormy water ? ' ' O I ' m
the ...
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When seething night is left upon the flowers , Another morn ' s sun shines brightly
o ' er the field , The bean bloom glitters in the gems of showers , And sweet the
fragrance which the union yields To battered footpaths crossing o ' er the fields .
When seething night is left upon the flowers , Another morn ' s sun shines brightly
o ' er the field , The bean bloom glitters in the gems of showers , And sweet the
fragrance which the union yields To battered footpaths crossing o ' er the fields .
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