Life is a bed of roses
A perpetual garden of eden
War and want are things long gone
And I am King Gustav, of Sweden
(fragment of a local song)
hugh wrote:Life is a bed of roses
A perpetual garden of eden
War and want are things long gone
And I am King Gustav, of Sweden
(fragment of a local song)
bill wrote:Sweet Island Davaar
The sun was just leaving the top of yon mountain
When appeared there in splendour a bright and evening star.
As I carelessly wandered to the foot o' yon mountain
And roon the grey rocks o' Sweet Island Davaar.
It is well I remember the Island and Dhorlin
And doon by Kilkerran, where oft I did roam,
And tae drink at the well at the foot o' Benghullion,
And roon the grey rocks o' Sweet Island Davaar.
It's goodbye to Argyllshire, the Land o' my Sires,
It's I'll think o' thee though we're many miles apart;
And tae bless the happy days that we spent in Kintyre,
And roon the grey rocks o' Sweet Island Davaar.
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