naked of the people. Everywhere, as the year rolled round, in England, Ireland, Wales, and Scotland, the ..
... through my yellow hair, And the rain draps o’er my ohgn. &e, Lord Gregory tore his yellow hair, And made a heavy moan, &e, O cherry, cherry was her cheek, And gowden was her hair ; But clay-cold were her rosy lips— Nae spark o’ life was there, ‘We are sorry ...