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Does haughty Gaul invasion threat....
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Fair the face of orient day..
Duncan Gray came here to woo....
Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies
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Farewell, thou stream that winding flows.
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First when Maggie was my care
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Flow gently, sweet Afton, among the green braes
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Forlorn, my love, no comfort near
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Frae the friends and land I love..
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From thee, Eliza, I must go.
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Full well thou know'st I love thee dear.
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How pleasant the banks of the clear-winding Devon
Landlady, count the lawin..
Let me ryke up to dight that tear...
Let not woman e'er complain.
Loud blaw the frosty breezes
Louis, what reck I by thee
Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion..
Musing on the roaring ocean..
My bonnie lass, I work in brass
My Chloris, mark how green the groves
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Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen
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My father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O.
My Harry was a gallant gay
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My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie..
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My heart is sair, I dare na toll..
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My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here
Oh luve will venture in where it daurna weel be seen
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Oh, my luve's like a red, red rose
Oh once I loved a bonnie lass..
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Oh, open the door, some pity to show
Oh poortith cauld and restless love
Oh raging Fortune's withering blast
Oh sad and heavy should I part..
Oh saw ye bonnie Leslie
Oh saw ye my dear, my Phely
Oh saw ye my dearie, my Eppie M'Nab.
Oh stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay
Oh steer her up and haud her gaun.
Oh tell na me o' wind and rain..
Oh that I had ne'er been married
Oh wat you wha's in yon town
Oh were I on Parnassus' hill..
Oh were my love yon lilac fair.
Oh wert thou in the cauld blast
Oh wha is she that lo'es me..
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Streams that glide in orient plains
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Sweet closes the evening on Craigie-burn wood..
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The Catrine woods were yellow seen...
The cooper o' Cuddie cam' here awa
The day returns, my bosom burns
The Deil came fiddling through the town...
The flower it blaws, it fades, it fa's..
The gloomy night is gathering fast
The heather was blooming, the meadows were maun
Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon..
The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill
The lovely lass o' Inverness
The noble Maxwells and their powers.......
The ploughman, he 's a bonnie lad
There lived a carle on Kellyburn braes
There's auld Rob Morris who wons in yon glen
There's a youth in this city, it were a great pity.
There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes..
There's naught but care on every han'
There was a bonnie lass.
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There was a bonnie lass, and a bonnie, bonnie lass
There was a lad was born at Kyle..
There was once a day, but old Time then was young.
There were five carlins in the south..
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There were three kings into the east..
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The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning.
The winter it is past, and the summer comes at last
True-hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow
What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie
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When the drums do beat..
When wild war's deadly blast was blawn..
Where are the joys I have met in the morning..
Where braving angry winter's storms
Where Cart rins rowin' to the sea
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Where hae ye been sae braw, lad..
Where live ye, my bonnie lass..
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While larks with little wing
Whom will you send to London town.
Why, why tell thy lover.
Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed.
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary
Wilt thou be my dearie
Wishfully I look and languish
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Ye gallants bright, I red you right...
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Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear.