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| Наслов | Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Том 1 Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Robert Hartley Cromek |
| Аутор | Robert Hartley Cromek |
| Уредник | Robert Hartley Cromek |
| Издавач | T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Калифорније |
| Дигитализовано | 8 дец 2007 |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |