And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings... The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of Popular Songs - Сторінка 26 1835 - 312 стор. Повний перегляд -
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