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 road to Paris - Page 27by Robert Neilson Stephens - 1898 - 552 pagesFull view - About this book
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