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Nish lhisagh shin yn feailley shoh Y reayll lesh creeaghyn glen Ayns cooinaghtyn jeh Yeesey Chreest Oikan ayns Bethlehem Daag Eh cooyrtn sollys E Ayr Goaill er yn dooghys ain Ruggit jeh Moidyn ghlen gyn chron Oikan ayns Bethlehem Eisht ainleyn Niau ren boggey ghoaill Haink lesh ny naightyn hooin Ginsh jeh Saualtagh ruggiy jiu Oikan ayns Bethlehem Nagh mooar yn insblid as y ghraih V'ayns Yeesey Chreest yn Eayn Tra ghow Eh er cummey Harvaant Oikan ayns Bethlehem Ard gloyr da Jee 'syn yrjid heose Ta reill ayns maynrys beayn Aigney mie Yee nish soilhit dooin Oikan ayns Bethlehem
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My Bonnie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my Bonnie to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my Bonnie to me
Last night as I lay on my pillow
Last night as I lay on my bed
Last night as I lay on my pillow
I dreamt that my Bonnie was dead
Oh blow the winds o’er the ocean
And blow the winds o’er the sea
Oh blow the winds o’er the ocean
And bring back my Bonnie to me
The winds have blown over the ocean
The winds have blown over the sea
The winds have blown over the ocean
And brought back my Bonnie to me
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
But where is the boy, who looks after the sheep?
He's under a haystack, he's fast asleep.
Will you wake him? No, not I,
For if I do, he's sure to cry.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Every fiddler he had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Oh there's none so rare, as can compare,
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.