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Blythe, drunk Blythe
Oh the last two years have just flown by
One more shot, yeah she feels alright
She'll be drunk Blythe for the rest of the night, yeah

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And I'm making good time
And I'm doing alright
I'm gonna make it this time
Yes I am
I'm going to cross into Blythe
I'm going to find a new wife

In conscience, I abhor him
Blythe and merry we'll be all
Blythe and merry, blythe and merry
Blythe and merry we'll be all
And make a cheerfull quorum

Blythe, O Blythe! Never was there such a sight for sore eyes. Blythe, O Blythe! How I long to gather to you in my arms! Truckstop fear! Windshield

The Only boy I’d ever loved was mighty Gilbert Blythe
When doctor said I’m glad you’re alright
He couldn’t be more wrong
Not even once, not even

town
Blythe and merry come you in
Saying "Have you any malt or gin?
For here am I, the gauger".

He's cast off his claes of blue
And he's on wi' the garb

I ain’t scared of these streets, I ain’t scared for my life
Cause my uncle from Langdon and my daddy from Blythe
San Fernando Valley, you’d think just

said, “I must tell of my sweetheart
Her name is Jennie Blythe.
The prettiest girl in all Hayesville town
She said she’d one day be my bride.
I rode

wander through Blythe canyon
And kill the buffalo
We'll kill the buffalo
And we'll kill the buffalo
And we'll wander through Blythe canyon
And we'll kill

springing on the tap o' their grave;

But the sun through the mirk blinks blythe in my e'e,

'I'll shine on ye yet in your ain countree.'



Hame, hame, hame,

Tae the Weaver's Gin Ye Go

Andy M. Stewart

At It Again

1990

My heart was ance as blythe and free
As simmer days were lang,
But a bonnie westlin weaver lad
Has gart me change my sang.

Chorus:
Tae

Duncan Davison

Jean Redpath

The Songs of Robert Burns, Vol. 3

1982

wee house,
And we will live like king and queen,
Sae blythe and merry's we will be,
When ye set by the wheel at e'en!
A man may drink, and no be

Behold, My Love

Jean Redpath

The Songs of Robert Burns, Vol. 4

1983

the skilfu' string, 
In lordly lighted ha': 
The Shepherd stops his simple reed, 
Blythe in the birken shaw. 

The Princely revel may survey 
Our rustic

This Is Your Land

Point of Grace

I Choose You

2004

Phil Baggaley, Ian Blythe, Dave Clifton, Adrian Plass

Didn't anyone ever tell you
Didn't anyone ever say
Did you capture a vision of glory
As she

Lost in Tha System

Da Lench Mob

Guerillas in tha Mist

1992

'Cause I don't play that fuckin' gay shit
The final pen I was in, was called Blythe
And that's where I damn near lost my life
By some crazy devil with

tied won't catch me Slipping
Won't catch me sipping
Won't catch me simping
My lil boo a yellow bone
Last name Blythe not no Simpson
Drop that bag I keep

mama we was homeless
Now shoes just as nice as I want it (Want it)
Real shit
They hated on me
Now my chains look like imma slave homie
Blythe inna court

its home you can never leave 
Might as well put your soul on ice somewhere out in blythe 
Or be on parole your whole adult life Hotel California pays

get over who you choose

One day at a time
As you go
On acting so blythe
You're trying now
To push this aside
Darling Oh
Don't be so unkind

And we're

from the night shit
Take the chance like I’m Kite, and even when I’m
Hurt it’s aight cuz you like Dr. Blythe yea
Pick up the pieces, this became my

Blythe
Use the lave to make the light
Flying in the nether
Flying in the nether
Trynna get that blaze rod
Flying in the nether
Flying in the nether
Flying

Brown hair
Green eyed
You like wine
And talk with your hands Oh
Blythe smile
Divine
Guitar fingers that
Feel just like mine Oh
Maybe it's all in my

Just got your last letter in the mail all the way from
Blythe, California, cell block 'J-1'
It's my brother's birthday and he's trying not to hate

he's cinnamon
But I wear Blythe

If I talk to you
I can tell the truth
I can tell you what kind of perfume I use
And it's not Cinnamon
But, I think you