Sep
22
Just passing through—the Scottish Travellers
Oh, Lady Margaret she sat in her high chambers.She was sewing her silken seams.She lookit east and she lookit westAnd she saw those woods grow green. So, picking up her petticoatBeneath her harlin gown,It’s when she came to the merry green woods,There she let them down. Oh, she had not pulled one nut, one nut,One [...]
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