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I lo'e nae a laddie but ane
I lov'd thee once, I'll love no more
I'm wearing awa, Jean
In winter, when the rain rain'd cauld
Is there, for honest poverty
It's gude to be merry and wise
I've heard them lilting
I've seen thee smiling
I wish I were where Helen lie

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Jenny's a' wat poor lassie
John Anderson my jo, John
John Anderson my jo, cum in as ze gae by

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Keen blaws the wind o'er Donocht-head
Keen blaws the win' o'er the braes o' Gleniffer
Kenmure's on and awa, Willie
Know ye the fair one whom I love?

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Lang hae we parted been
Let us go, lassie, go
Let us haste to Kelvin Grove, bonnie lassie, O
Look where my dear Hamilla lies
Love never more shall give me pain

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Maxweltown banks are bonnie
My dear and only love, I pray
My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here
My Jeany and I have toil'd
My lover has left me
My Patie is a lover gay
My Peggy is a young thing
My sheep I neglected, I broke my sheep-hook

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O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray
O Bessy Bell and Mary Gray
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw
Of mighty Nature's handy works
Of Nelson and the North
O gin my love were yon red rose
Oh ! how could I venture to love one like thee
Oh, how hard it is to find
O Logie of Buchan, its Logie the laird
O lusty Maye, with Flora quene
O luve will venture in, where it daurna weel be seen
O Mary at thy window be
O merry may the maid be
O mither dear I 'gin to fear
O mither! mither ! let me be
O, my lassie, our joy to complete again
O Nature lavished on my love
On Ettrick banks, in a summer's night
On Linden, when the sun was low
O rattlin roarin' Willie
O saw ye bonnie Lesley
O saw ye Johnie coming, quo' she
O thou, whose tender serious eyes
Our bugles sang truce-for the night cloud had lower'd
Our gudeman came hame at e'en
Our native land, our native vale
Our thistles flourish'd fresh and fair
O waly waly up the bank
O weel may the boatie row.
O welcome bat and owlet gray
O, were I on Parnassus hill
O what will a' the lads do
O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut
O, young Lochinvar has come out of the west

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Red gleams the Sun on yon hill tap
Red rowes the Nith 'tween bank and brae
Robeyns Jok cam to wow our Jyony
Roy's Wife of Aldivalloch

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Saddled and bridled
Saw ye my wee thing, saw ye my ain thing
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled
Shall I tell you whom I love
Shepherd dost thou love me well
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
Still must my pipe lie idle by

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Talk not of love it gives me pain
The bonnie brucket lassie
The bride cam' out o' the byre
The Collier has a daughter
The dark gray o'gloamin
The day is departed, and round from the cloud
The day returns, my bosom burns
The gloamin saw us a' sit down
The gypsies cam to the Earl o' Cassilis' gate
Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon
The lark had left the evening cloud
The lass of Paties' mill
The lasses o' the Cannogate
The mavis sings in Mary's bower
The minstrel boy to the glen is gone
The moon had climb'd the highest hill
The moon's on the lake, and the mists on the brae
The moon was a-waning
The morn was fair, saft was the air
The night her silent sable wore
The pawky auld carle came o'er the lea

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There came a young man to my daddie's door
There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin .
There dwelt a man on Crawford moor
There lived a lass in Inverness
There lived a man into the west
There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes
There's cauld kail in Aberdeen
There was a jolly beggar
There was ance a May, and she loe'd nae men
There was a lass, and she was fair
The robin came to the wrens nest
The smiling morn, the breathing spring
The smiling plains profusely gay
The sun has gape down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond
The sun is sunk, the day is done
The sun rises bright in France
The sun sets in night and the stars shun the day
The tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles, an'a'
The tears I shed must ever fall
The wind comes frae the land I love
The winter time is past
The yellow hair'd laddie sat down on yon brae
This night is my departing night
Tho' distant far from Jessy's charms
Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray
Thro' Cruikston Castle's lonely wa's
Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen
'Tis I hae seven braw new gowns
'Twas even, the dewy fields were green
'Twas in that season of the year
'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing
'Twas whan the wan leaf frae the birk-tree was fa'in

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Wha wadnae be in love
When Britain first at Heaven's command
When first I came to be a man
When I bae a saxpence under my thumb
When I upon thy bosom lean
When Napoleon was flying
When o'er the hill the eastern star
When Peggy and I were acquaint
When summer comes, the swains on Tweed
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame
When Sappho struck the quirering wire
When the rough north forgets to howl
When trees did bud, and fields were green
When wild war's deadly blast was blawn
Where Thames, along the daisied meads
While fops in soft Italian verse
While with fond rapture and amaze
While with her white and nimble hands
Why hangs that cloud upon thy brow
Why weep ye by the tide, ladie
Will ye gae to the ewe-bughts, Marion
Will ye gang o'er the lea-rig
Willie was a wanton wag

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Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
Ye flowery banks o’ bonnie Doon
Ye gods! was Strephon's picture blest
Ye Highlands, and ye Lowlands
Ye lovers leal forbear to style
Ye mariners of England
Ye shepherds of this pleasant vale

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LONDON: PRINTED BY W. NICOL, 51, PALL MALL.

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