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He gazed at me with his rheumy eyes, ‘You think that you’re getting old! You’ll not go travel that lonely valley Unt..

The Convent at Le Cap Fureur Lies empty, by the sea, Its ancient walls a grim despair Of anonymity, No more the chants of singing..

Ben Sanders sat in his final days By his cottage, up on the bluff, He’d spent his life as a rover, and He said, ‘I can&rs..

The news came rustling through the trees As I tethered the horse’s head, It came with a gentle sigh on the breeze, ‘The L..

The Press surrounded the boarding house That was kept by Mary Toft, Her sailor man was Rickety Dan Who was hidden, up in the loft. ..

He lay awake in his narrow bed And opened his bedside drawer, Then fumbled around until he’d found The thing he was looking for..

I was born and bred in a valley, It was all that I ever knew, The cows grazed out in the pasture and The cottages were few. I gre..

There’s a blank sheet of paper before me, It’s as blank as our lives have become, But nothing’s been said, though the ..

The little boy with the shining eyes Was skipping along the street, They said that he was autistic, that He never would learn to spea..

The Moon was rising, over the hill Along with the evening star, They lit the lane he was walking, ‘til He could see the lights..