the corn is unshorn,
But bonnie George Campbell
will never return.’
5
Saddled and bridled
and booted rode he,
A plume in his helmet,
a sword at his knee.
6
But toom cam his saddle,
the corn is unshorn,
But bonnie George Campbell
will never return.’
5
Saddled and bridled
and booted rode he,
A plume in his helmet,
a sword at his knee.
6
But toom cam his saddle,