Oh, mirk, mirk is the midnight hour (Lord Gregory)
Oh, where, tell me where (The Blue Bells of Scotland)
Oh, my love is like a red, red rose
Oh, why left I my hame?
Put off, and row wi' speed
Red, red is the path to glory ('Stu mo Rùn)
Sad am I, and sorrow-laden (Soiridh!)
See afar yon hill Ardmore (The Praise of Islay)
Scots, wha ha'e wi' Wallace bled
Should auld acquaintance be forgot (Auld Lang Syne)
Since my loved one has gone (Mo nighean chruinn, donn)
Smile na sae sweet, my bonnie babe (Fine Flowers in the Valley)