Dumbarton's Drums
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| Dumbarton's drums they sound sae bonnie When they remind me of my Jeannie Such fond delight can steal upon me When Jeannie kneels and sings tae me Across the hills o' burning heather Dumbarton tolls the hour of pleasure A song of love that has no measure When Jeannie kneels and sings tae me Dumbarton's drums they sound sae bonnie When they remind me of my Jeannie Such fond delight can steal upon me When Jeannie kneels and sings tae me It's she alone who can delight me As gracefully she doth invite me And when her tender arms enfold me The blackest night can turn and flee Dumbarton's drums they sound sae bonnie When they remind me of my Jeannie Such fond delight can steal upon me When Jeannie kneels and sings tae me Dumbarton's drums they sound sae bonnie When they remind me of my Jeannie Such fond delight can steal upon me When Jeannie kneels and kisses me This page has been viewed 3034 times |
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