Hark, where the night is falling, Hark, hear the pipes a calling, Loudly and proudly calling, down thru the glen; There where the hills are sleeping, Now feel the blood a leaping, High as the spirits of the old highland men.
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She was a super genealogist and her pride in this family was unbounded. |
Music by TAYLOR'S TRADITIONAL TUNEBOOK