Wi' the auld moon in her arm; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm." They hadna sailed a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The ankers brak, and the...
The Book of British Ballads - Pagina 34
door Samuel Carter Hall - 1844 - 152 pagina’s
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