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Post by Cameronian on Nov 19, 2002 7:01:07 GMT -6
Marri'd It's singing in and out, And feeling full of grace; Here and there, up and down, And round about the place. It's rolling up your sleeves, And whitening up the hearth, And scrubbing out the floors, And sweeping down the path; It's baking tarts and pies, And shining up the knives; And feeling like some days Was worth a thousand lives. It's watching out the door, And watching by the gate; And watching down the road, And wondering why he's late; And feeling anxious-like, For fear there's something wrong; And wondering why he's kept, And why he takes so long. It's coming back inside And sitting down a spell, To sort o' make believe You're thinking things is well. It's getting up again And wandering in and out; And feeling wistful-like, Not knowing what about; And flushing all at once And smiling just so sweet, And feeling real proud The place is fresh and neat. And feeling awful glad, Like them that watched Siloam; And everything because -- A man is coming Home!
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Alans
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Post by Alans on Dec 21, 2003 22:30:35 GMT -6
We'll just pop this wee offering from Val up a bit higher! Nollaig Cridheil a bhardaich na Chloinn Camshron! Ailean glas Macraibert.
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