There is a lassie amongst the hills and the mountains who is my love. Thy beauty is so fair and fine, it was in the month of December that I met with your eyes of green, and smiling face. My bonnie Margaret. Your are sweet as the heather, we walk together in the glow of the softest sunset towards the shore.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2024
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