Hard on the heels of re-discovering Deanna Durbin came my finding of this, the very first recording of hers that I heard : The Bonnie, Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond. Well, actually, it isn’t the same recording, but it is the same song. I hope you enjoy it too, though I doubt if you’ll hear it as I did when just a lad.
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