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Oh ! that winged were thy lover,
Hob a derry danno, Jane, sweet Jane ! Round thee like a dove to hover,
Hob a derry danno, Jane, sweet Jane ! Think not I can ever leave thee,
No ! the thought is vain ! Think not I can e'er deceive thee ;
Oh ! no ! pretty Jane! Thou art all the world to me,
Jane, sweet Jane !
Words (translated from Talhaiarnl by Oliphant. Tune Hob a derry dantw.
From Thomas's Welsh Melodies. |
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ONE DAY AS /, IN MERRY MOOD |
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