 Albeit that here in London Town It is my fate to die; O carry me to Northumberland, In my father's grave to lie. There chant my solemn requiem In Hexham's holy towers; And let six maids of fair Tynedale Scatter my grave with flowers.  Memoirs of the Jacobites of 1715 and 1745 - Pàgina 278per Mrs. A. T. Thomson, Byerley Thomson - 1845 - 527 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1880 - 1132 pàgines
...was thought no shame for a soldier to .render, it was thought no weakness for a soldier to claim:— Albeit that here in London town It is my fate to die,...maids of fair Tynedale Scatter my grave with flowers. 4 ' By our rural population in out-of-the-way hamlets, especially in Wales, the tradition of strewing... | |
 | 1880 - 1136 pàgines
...was thought no shame for a soldier to lender, it was thought no weakness for a soldier to claim : — Albeit that here in London town It is my fate to die, 0 carry me to Northumberland In my father's grave to lie. There chaunt my solemn requiem In Hexham's... | |
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