The Listeners - by
‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
/ Knocking on the moonlit door;
/ And his horse in…
‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
/ Knocking on the moonlit door;
/ And his horse in…
Oh wert thou in the cauld blast,
/ On yonder lea, on yonder lea;
/ My plaidie to the angry…
It is late last night the dog was speaking of you;
/ the snipe was speaking of you in her deep…
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