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L - Laddie With The Golden Hair LADDIE WITH THE GOLDEN HAIR O, laddie with the golden hair In wavy ringlets flowing; O, laddie with the golden hair Thy locks were my undoing. THy beauty drew ny heart to thee, Though now I am deceived; The promises you made to me, My too fond heart believed. O, would I were in yonder glen, A-roaming with my dearie; My heart would wake to joy again, Though now tis sad and weary. If I were dressed in satins rare, Although of lowly station, I'd to thy stately halls repair, And face each proud relation. O, laddie with the golden hair, In wavy ringlets flowing; O, laddie with the golden hair, Thy locks were my undoing. @Scots @love filename[ LADDGOLD RG ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== |
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