Dry stony banks are wreathed with Bindweed Flowers
Dry stony banks are wreathed with Bindweed Flowers
The dry banks are wreathed in bindweed
& the hills are smoared wi goss seed
Where the lichen shades its fire
Wi the bracken & the moss
There every summer morning my bonny Phebe goes
& sits upon the thymey how & tends her twa three gows.
The dry banks are wreathed in bindweed
& the hills are smoared wi goss seed
Where the lichen shades its fire
Wi the bracken & the moss
There every summer morning my bonny Phebe goes
& sits upon the thymey how & tends her twa three gows.
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