There for me, every time I've been away. Will you be there for me, thinking of me every day. Are you my destiny? Words I never dared to say. Will you be there for me?.
Quand j'tais chez mon pre,. apprenti pastoureau,. il m'a mis dans la lande,. pour garder les troupiaux.. Troupiaux, troupiaux,. je n'en avais gure.. Troupiaux, troupiaux,.
Quand j'tais chez mon pre,. apprenti pastoureau,. il m'a mis dans la lande,. pour garder les troupiaux.. Troupiaux, troupiaux,. je n'en avais gure.. Troupiaux, troupiaux,.
Quand j'etais chez mon pere,. Apprenti pastoureau,. Il m'a mis dans la lande,. Pour garder les troupiaux.. Troupiaux, troupiaux,. Je n'en avais guere..
Quand j'etais chez mon pere,. Apprenti pastoureau,. Il m'a mis dans la lande,. Pour garder les troupiaux.. Troupiaux, troupiaux,. Je n'en avais guere..
Oliver Cromwell lay buried and dead,. Hee-haw, buried and dead,. There grew an old apple-tree over his head,. Hee-haw, over his head.. . The apples were ripe and ready to fall,.
Easter day was a holiday. Of all days of the year,. And all the little schoolfellows went out to play. But Sir William was not there.. . Mamma went to the School wife house.
La belle est au jardin d'amour,. La belle est au jardin d'amour.. Il y a un mois ou sinq semaines.. Laridondon, laridondaine.. . Son père la cherche partout,.
La belle est au jardin d'amour,. La belle est au jardin d'amour.. Il y a un mois ou sinq semaines.. Laridondon, laridondaine.. . Son père la cherche partout,.
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Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee,. The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long;. When proudly, my own Island Harp! I unbound thee,.
Come you not from Newcastle?. Come you not there away?. O met you not my true love,. Riding on a bonny bay?. Why should not I love my love?. Why should not my love love me?.
Voici le printemps qui passe;. "Bonjour, tisserand, bonjour!. Ami, cède-moi ta place,. J'en ai besoin pour un jour.. C'est moi qui fais la toilette. Des bois, des près et des fleurs..
Voici le printemps qui passe;. "Bonjour, tisserand, bonjour!. Ami, cède-moi ta place,. J'en ai besoin pour un jour.. C'est moi qui fais la toilette. Des bois, des près et des fleurs..
There's none to soothe my soul to rest,. There's none my load of grief to share. Or wake to joy this lonely breast,. Or light the gloom of dark despair..
There for me, every time I've been away. Will you be there for me, thinking of me every day. Are you my destiny? Words I never dared to say. Will you be there for me?.
The trees they grow so high and the leaves they do grow green,. And many a cold winter's night my love and I have seen.. Of a cold winter's night, my love, you and I alone have been,.
A flaxen-headed cowboy, as simple as may be,. And next a merry plough boy, I whistled o'er the lea;. But now a saucy footman, I strut in worsted lace,.
As sweet Polly Oliver lay musing in bed,. A sudden strange fancy came into her head.. "Nor father nor mother shall make me false prove,. I'll 'list as a soldier, and follow my love.".