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Page 79 - Or all that about which he hath sworn falsely; he shall even restore it in the principal, and shall add the fifth part more thereto, and give it unto him to whom it appertaineth...
Page 43 - prentice Tom may now refuse To wipe his scoundrel master's shoes, For now he's free to sing and play Over the hills and far away.
Page 148 - Common, where tents and everything necessary is provided for their reception. The rifle company at Roxbury and those from Prospect Hill, to march early tomorrow morning to join the above detachment. Such officers and men as are taken from Gen.
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Page 27 - OVER the hills, an' far away, It's over the hills, an' far away, O'er the hills, an' o'er the sea, The wind has blawn my plaid frae me. My tartan plaid, my ae good sheet, That keepit me frae wind an' weet, An' held me bien baith night an' day, Is over the hills, an' far away. There was a wind, it cam to me, Over the south, an' over the sea, An' it has blawn my corn an' hay, Over the hills an
Page 42 - Hark how the drums beat up again For all true soldiers, gentlemen ; Then let us 'list and march, I say, Over the hills and far away.
Page i - His Adventures on a Secret Mission for Queen Elizabeth. By ROBERT NEILSON STEPHENS, author of "An Enemy to the King," "The Continental Dragoon," "The Road to Paris.,