The illustrated book of Scottish songsIllustr. Library, 1852 |
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... dewy wing , Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven , thy love is on earth . O'er fell and mountain sheen , O'er moor and mountain green , O'er the red streamer that heralds the day ; Over the cloudlet dim , Over the rainbow's ...
... dewy wing , Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven , thy love is on earth . O'er fell and mountain sheen , O'er moor and mountain green , O'er the red streamer that heralds the day ; Over the cloudlet dim , Over the rainbow's ...
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