Dorothy carter waillee waillee - Dorothy Carter Waillee


When cockle shells, turn silver bells
When will my love return to me?
When roses blow, in wintry snow
When will my love return to me?
Waillee, waillee, love is bonnie
A little while and it is new
But it grows old, and waxeth cold
And fades away like evening dew


Dorothy Carter Waillee WailleeDorothy Carter Waillee Waillee

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