 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 34geredigeerd door - 1844 - 152 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
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...storm. And it came: They had not sailed a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the luft grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The dialect is a bit difficult, but the ballad was made up long ago. In the end, everybody drowns: Half... | |
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