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"Oh, My Darling Clementine" (Roud 9611, sometimes simply "Clementine") is a traditional American, tragic but sometimes comic, Western folk ballad in trochaic meter usually credited to Percy Montross (or Montrose) (1884), although it is sometimes credited to Barker Bradford.
"Mo Ghile Mear" (translated "My Gallant Darling", "My Spirited Lad" and variants) is an Irish song.The modern form of the song was composed in the early 1970s by Dónal Ó Liatháin (1934–2008), using a traditional air collected in Cúil Aodha, County Cork, and lyrics selected from Irish-language poems by Seán "Clárach" Mac Domhnaill (1691-1754).
Darling: New & Selected Poems is a poetry book by Jackie Kay. [3] It was first published by Bloodaxe Books on 27 October 2007. [ 4 ] Gap Year , Keeping Orchids , Lucozade , My Grandmother's Houses , Old Tongue , and Whilst Leila Sleeps are all National 5 Scottish texts.
My father, my father, and dost thou not see, How the Erl-King his daughters has brought here for me? My darling, my darling, I see it aright, 'Tis the aged grey willows deceiving thy sight. "I love thee, I'm charm'd by thy beauty, dear boy! And if thou'rt unwilling, then force I'll employ." My father, my father, he seizes me fast,
Marguerite Vivian Young (August 26, 1908 – November 17, 1995) was an American novelist and academic. She is best known for her novel Miss MacIntosh, My Darling.In her later years, she was known for teaching creative writing and as a mentor to young authors.
You'll come a waltzing Matilda my darling You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me Waltzing Matilda and leading a water bag You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me Down came the squatter a riding on his thorough-bred Down came Policemen one, two, & three Whose is the jumbuck you've got in the tucker-bag You'll come a waltzing Matilda with we
Darling, I am growing old, Silver threads among the gold, Shine upon my brow today, Life is fading fast away. But, my darling, you will be, Always young and fair to me, Yes, my darling, you will be Always young and fair to me. Chorus: Darling, I am growing old, Silver threads among the gold, Shine upon my brow today; Life is fading fast away.
When I beheld my darling: She looked so neat and charming In every high degree; She looked so neat and nimble, O, [ A-washing | A-hanging | A-starching | A-ironing | A-folding | A-airing | A-wearing ] of her linen, O, Refrain Dashing away with the smoothing iron, Dashing away with the smoothing iron, She stole my heart away. [3]