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41016	nan	The Land of Song, Book 3. For upper grammar grades			.txt	text/plain	44499	4807	98	Thinking, luck to thy bonnet, thou Bonnie Dundee! What wouldst thou have a good great man obtain? Like a love-lighted watch fire, all night at the gate. Proud bird of the mountain, thy plume shall be torn! Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; Thy long-lost praise thou shalt regain; Ere he faded before thee, the friend of thy heart? To lay down thy head like the meek mountain lamb; Like the last great day that's yet to come. Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. Save the squadron, honor France, love thy wife, the Belle And thou, who, o'er thy friend's low bier Thou'rt like themselves sae lovely, Yes, thy proud lords, unpitied land, shall see Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: So little to be loved, and thou so much,	./cache/41016.txt	./txt/41016.txt