My Peggy's Face
(Robert Burns)
My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form
The frost of hermit age might warm.
My Peggy's worth, my Peggy's mind
Might 
Murderer lyrics

M. Myrie/C. Dodd
Murderer! Blood is on your shoulders
charm the first of human kind.
I love my Peggy's angel air,
Her face so truly heavenly fair,
Her native grace so void of art:
But I adore my Peggy's heart.
The lily's hue, 
Awake And Nervous lyrics

So the certanty is I can get no air,
Getting nowhere a
he rose's dye,
The kindling lustre of an eye-
Who but owns their magic sway ?
Who but knows they all decay ?
The tender thrill, the pitying tear,
The generous purpose, nobl
Fortunate Son lyrics

Some folks are born
made to wave the flag

Ooh
they're
y dear,
The gentle look that rage disarms-
These are all immortal charms.
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