Well, how'd you do, Private William Mcbride? Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside? I'll rest here awhile in the warm summer...

Come by the hills to a land where fancy is free And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the lochs reach the sea Where the rivers run...

To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life Among strangers. Father and mother dear, Brothers and sisters are in Christ not near And he my...