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Behold the hour, the boat arrive |
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Blythe, blythe and merry was she |
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Blythe hae I been on yon hill |
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Bonie lassie, tvillye go . |
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Bonie wee thing, cannie wee thing |
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Braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes |
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But lately seen in gladsome green |
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But warily tent when ye come to court me |
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By Allan stream I chanc'd to rove |
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By Oughtertyre grows the aik . |
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By love and by beauty .... |
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Ca the yowes to the knowes |
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Cd the yowes to the knowes' |
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Can ye leave me so, laddie |
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Carl, an the king come .... |
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Cauld blaws the wind .... |
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Cauld is the e'enin blast |
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Clarinda, mistress of my soul |
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Come, bumpers high ! express your joy |
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Come, let me take thee to my breast |
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*Comin thro' the craigs o' Kyle |
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Comin thro' the rye, poor body |
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Contented wi' little and cantie wi' mair |
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Corn rigs, and barley rigs |
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Deluded swain, the pleasure |
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Dire was the hate at old Harlaw |
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Does haughty Gaul invasion threat |
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Duncan Gray cam here to woo |
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Fairest maid on Devon banks . |
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Farewell, thou stream that winding flows |
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Farewell to a' our Scottish fame |
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Farewell to the Highlands |
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Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong |
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Fate gave the word, the arrow sped |
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First when Maggie was my care |
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For a that, arf a' that.... |
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For a? that, an a" that.... |
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For a that, an d that.... |
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For d the joys that gowd can gie |
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For auld lang syne, my dear |
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For auld lang syne, my jo |
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Forlorn my love, no comfort near |
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For thee is laughing Nature gay |
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