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edward
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this is an english project gone wrong, basically, its an ancient olde english/scottish poem that i put music to play in class. fun tho. its about a lod who kills a bird, a horse, his dad....and then curses his mum...nice. oh, and theres a nice solo.
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Hey folks its me, jammin on my computer, doin a bit of recording on the legendary ejay. if u like what u hear, gimme money! Also, iv just "released" my first "album" if u want one....u know who to ask
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Genre
Rock Rock General
Charts
Peak #371
Peak in subgenre #47
Author
music by daniel collins, words - anon
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me
Uploaded
September 14, 2004
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MP3 3.1 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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again, it was an english project, this is an ancient, author free poem that i put music to for fun. wahey! its incredinly hard to say and understand never mind sing.
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Why dois your brand sae drap wi bluid, Edward, Edward, Why dois your brand sae drap wi bluid, And why sae sad gang yee O?" "O I hae killed my hauke sae guid, Mither, mither, O I hae killed my hauke sae guid, And I had nae mari bot hee O." "Your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, Edward, Edward, Your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, My deir son I tell thee O." "O I hae killed my reid-roan stied, Mither, mither, O I hae killed my reid-roan steid, That erst was sae fair and frie O." "Your steid was auld, and ye hae gat mair, Sum other dule ye drie O." O I hae killed my fadir deir, Mither, mither, O I hae killed my fadir deir, Alas, and wae is mee O!" "And whatten penance wul ye drie for that, Edward, Edward, And whatten penance will ye drie for that? My deir son, now tell me O." "Ile set my feit in yonder boat, Mither, mither, Ile set my feit in yonder boat, And Ile fare ovir the sea O." "And what wul ye doe wi your towirs and your ha, Edward, Edward? And what wul ye doe wi your towirs and your ha, That were sae fair to see O? "Ile let thame stand tul they doun fa, Mither, mither, Ile let thame stand tul they doun fa, For here nevir mair maun I bee O." "And what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife, Edward, Edward? And what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife, Whan ye gang ovir the sea O?" "The warldis room, late them beg thrae life, Mither, mither, The warldis room, late them beg thrae life, For thame nevir mair wul I see O." "And what wul ye leive to your ain mither dear, Edward, Edward? And what wul ye lieve to your ain mither deir? My deir son, now tell me O." "The curse of hell frae me sall ye beir, Mither, mither The curse of hell frae me sall ye beir, Sic counseils ye gave to me O."
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