The Bluebell Of Scotland Lyrics & Chords By The City Waites

Chorus: Blow, northerne wynd, Send thou me my suetyng! Blow, northerne wynd, Blou, blou, blou! Ichot a burde in bour{.e} bryht, That fully semly is on syht, Menskful maiden of...read more

A wealthy squire he lived in our town And he was a man of high renown He had one daughter, a beauty bright And the name he called her was his Heart's Delight Many young man...read more

Blood Red Roses Our boots and clothes are all in pawn Go down, you blood red roses, Go down. And its flamin' drafty 'round Cape Horn, Go down, you blood red roses, Go down....read more

Nou skrinketh rose ant lylie-flour, That whilen ber that suete sauour In somer, that suete tyde; ne is no quene so stark ne stour, Ne no leuedy so bryht in bour That ded ne shal...read more

Worldes blis ne last no throwe; it went and wit awey anon. The langer that ich hit iknowe, the lass ich finde pris tharon; for al it is imeind mid care, mid serwen and mid evel...read more