 | 1837 - 1322 pagina’s
...Through mony a weary way ; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn on Beltane e'en, May weel be black gin Yule...awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. " O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The tbochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path,... | |
 | 1833 - 666 pagina’s
...Through mony a weary way: But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day! The fire ihat's blawn on Beltane e'en. May weel be black gin Yule; But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first iond luve grows cule. 0 dear, dear Jennie Morrison, The ihochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows... | |
 | 1837 - 624 pagina’s
...Through mony a weary way ; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn on Beltane e'en, May weel be black gin Yule...awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. " O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' byganc years Still fling their shadows ower my path,... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1847 - 606 pagina’s
...many a weary day, But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blown on Beltane e'en May weel be black gin yule ; But blacker fa" awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cute. " Oh, dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower... | |
 | Timothy Shay Arthur - 1845 - 908 pagina’s
...the Scottish language can boast, of the same spirit and kind. " I 've wandered east, I 've wandered west, Through mony a weary way ; But never, never...blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows ciile. " О dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o1 by gane years Still fling their shadows ower... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pagina’s
...mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn at Beltane e'en May weel be black gin Yule ; But blacker...awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path, And... | |
 | Henry Clapp - 1846 - 228 pagina’s
...Through mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The lave o' life's young day! The fire that's blawn on Beltane e'en, May weel be black gin Yule...thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path, And blind my een, wi' tears, And sair and sick I pine, As memory idly summons up The... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pagina’s
...mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn at Beltane e'en May weel be black gin Yule ; But blacker...thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path, And blind my een wi' tears : They blind my een wi' saut, saut tears, And sair and aick... | |
 | Henry Clapp - 1846 - 238 pagina’s
...Through mony a weary way ; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn on Beltane e'en, May weel be black gin Yule...But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond lave grows cnle. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows... | |
 | 1847 - 796 pagina’s
...Through mony a weary way ; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn on Beltane e'en, May weel be black gin Yule...thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path, And blind my een wi' tears : They blind my een wi' saut, saut tears, And sair and sick... | |
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The luve o' life's young day ! The fire that's blawn on Beltane e'en May weel be black gin Yule; But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. 0 dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o" bygane years Still fling their shadows ower... 
