Nursing Her Wrath To Keep It Warm.--robert

The Heart That Is Generous And Kind Most Resembles God.

Once Upon A Lammas Night When Corn Rigs Are Bonny, Beneath The Moon's Unclouded Light, I Held Awhile To Annie... The Time Went By With Careless Heed Between The Late And Early, With Small Persuasion She Agreed To See Me Through The Barley... Corn Rigs And Barley Rigs, Corn Rigs Are Bonny! I'll Not Forget That Happy Night Among The Rigs With Annie!

Oh My Luve's Like A Red, Red Rose, That's Newly Sprung In June; Oh My Luve's Like The Melodie That's Sweetly Played In Tune.

My Heart Is Sair-i Dare Na Tell, My Heart Is Sair For Somebody.

And Like A Passing Thought, She Fled In Light Away.