's arms their strength will keep Hine, E Hine! See where there comes the morn Hine, E Hine! Long rays of early dawn Hine, E Hine! Shining to Reinga far Where thy noble
who philosophize disgrace and criticize fears Take the rag away from your face Now ain't the time for your tears Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
Come all you pretty maidens that have a mind to go All along with your lover for to face the daring foe I've a mind to venture where the cannonballs do
From your root sprang a glorious nation Of dure heroes Oh, dulcet blossom of the living world Oh, my fatherland, oh my, Helvetia Your woman and maids, noble
song to sing, O (What is your song, O?) It is sung with the ring of the songs maids sing Who loved with a love life-long-o It's a song of a merry maid
of confidence since it is for common man. He knows what a glorious thing it is to be understood by every truthful noble man, and by doing so be nobler
Disgrace and criticize all fears Take the rag away from your face Now ain't the time for your tears Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen She was
we should pray To God with love this Christmas day; In Bethlehem upon that morn There was a blessed Messiah born. The night before that happy tide The noble
this Christmas day; In Bethlehem upon that morn There was a blessed Messiah born. The night before that happy tide, The noble Virgin and her guide Were
Last night I was dreaming of the girls of the cattle fold Fine, noble, gentle girls they were Singing songs on the shieling I spent last night on the
that suitors sought my hand, That knights upon bended knee And with vows no maidens heart could withstand, They pledged their faith to me. And I dreamt that one of that noble
deep To heed Her pleas When Her gaolers were assailed With condemnations from a priest Who'd stammered rites In the dead of night For maidens staining
hall decked here in Helheim Silence not prophetess, I seek your answers Who shall bring death to the son of Odin [The Prophetess:] For Balder the mead A drink for the noble
all that to fall black My jaw snap with raps, so, umm, get the balls Jack Flavor like Flav, plus I'm well paid Own a maid with a plaid, Mack, daddy
bend my soul To a sordid role, Victimized by bitter, bitter circumstance. Alas for me! Had I remained Beside my lady mother, My virtue had remained unstained Until my maiden
noon And the sound of hounds is not heard in nut-filled woods, Nor summer morning in misty glen Since he went away from me, my lively boy. Noble, proud
their graves they've gone Among the barrow-stones This land is yet so fair Her waters yet so blue And green are still her leaves And noble ladies, maidens
