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And now the rains weep o'er his hall With no one there to hear And who are you? The proud lord said That I must bow so low Only a cat of a different coat
Thank God it's Friday and this week is o'er My back is aching and my muscles are sore I never put in such a week before Thank God it's Friday
the perilous fight O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air Gave proof through the night
and bright stars through the perilous fight, O’er the ramparts we watch’d, were so gallantly streaming. And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen There's o'er mony wooin at her Tibbie Fowler o' the glen There's o'er mony wooin at her Wooin at her, pu'in at her Courtin
as they kneel, stack 'em up high, be sure they all die Every star o'er the field, lighting up our lives, lighting up our lives No longer tethered to Earth,
Up high on the rolling green mountain Where the forest clears and the cool waters flow Does the loon still cry when the moon casts a shadow O’er
of toil and snares, If I falter, Lord, who cares? Who but Thee my burden shares? None but Thee, oh Lord, none but Thee. When my feeble life is o'er
geri ekki Sóa á mér Seroquel Ég á enga enemies Ég er bara gera mig Næ því ég er með vítamín Ó, er þetta gellan þín Fullt af fólki sem ég þekki ekki
through the perilous fight O'er the ramparts we watch'd were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof
hey hey hey ho O'er we go, the birds are flying low Hey hey hey hey ho O'er we go, reapin' what we sow Hey hey hey ho Trees relay on their
how I trust Him How I've proved Him o'er and o'er Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus Oh, for grace to trust Him more I'm so glad I learned to trust Him
Sweet dreams, form a shade O'er my lovely infant's head. Sweet dreams of pleasant streams By happy, silent, moony beams. Sweet Sleep, with soft
Oh, how they pound, raising the sound O'er hill and dale, telling their tale Gayly they ring while people sing Songs of good cheer, Christmas is here
Love, reign o'er me Love, reign o'er me, rain on me Only love Can bring the rain That makes you yearn to the sky Only love Can bring the rain
Four and twenty blackbirds perched o'er the Milhaus floor Four and twenty blackbirds perched o'er the Milhaus floor Watching a pair of blackbirds,
of Castamere But now the rains weep o'er his hall And not a soul to hear "And who are you?" The proud Lord said "That I must bow so low" Only a cat
now the rains weep o'er his hall With no one there to hear Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall And not a soul to hear And so he spoke, and so he
how they pound Raising the sound O'er hill and dale Telling the tale Gaily they ring While people sing Songs of the cheer Christmas is here Oh how they
I wander out yonder o'er the hills Where the mountains high Seem to kiss the sky Someone is out yonder, o'er the hills Waiting patiently, Waiting
THE GABERLUNZIEMAN Oh the pawky auld carle cam o'er the lea Wi' mony guild-e'ens and guid-days tae me Sayin', "Guid wife for your charity Would you
to the valley, there lay the sod o'er me For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong Once in the saddle I used to go dashing Once in the saddle I used to go
features, Flecked with light his naked shoulders, As it falls and flecks an oak-tree Through the rifted leaves and branches. O'er the water floating, flying,
light his naked shoulders As it falls and flecks an oak-tree Through the rifted leaves and branches O'er the water floating, flying Something in the hazy
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