Black Velvet Band

Her eyes they shone like the diamonds You’d think she was queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band. In a neat little town they call ...

Bunch Of Thyme

Come all ye maidens young and fair And you that are blooming in your prime Always beware and keep your garden fair Let no man steal away your thyme Chorus: For thyme it is a precious ...
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