The Flower of Wensleydale (F W Moorman Poems)
She leaned o'er her latticed casement, The Flower of Wensleydale; 'Twas St Agnes Eve at midnight, Through the mist the ...
She leaned o'er her latticed casement, The Flower of Wensleydale; 'Twas St Agnes Eve at midnight, Through the mist the ...
But now they are moaning, on ilka green loaningThe Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.Jane Elliot (1727-1805).O! day-time ...
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