Kitaplar | Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods... ile ilgili |
Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. Drinking-songs. Miscellaneous songs. Ancient ballads - Sayfa 215 1819 Tam görünüm -
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