Th Cruel Fate Shuld Bid Us Par
tho' cruel fate should bid us part tuhe northern lass.” tho' cruel fate should bid us part, far as the pole and line, her dear idea round my heart, should tenderly entwine. tho' mountains, rise, as howl, and os roar between; yet, dearer than my deathless soul, i still would love my jean. . . . . . . .