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/'// ay cd in by yon town |
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I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young |
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I murder hate by field or flood |
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In comin by the brig o' Dye |
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In Mauchline there dwells |
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In simmer, when the hay was mawn |
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I rede you, beware at the hunting |
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I see a form, I see a face |
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Is there for honest poverty |
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Is this thy plighted, fond regard |
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I tell you now this ae night |
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It is na, Jean, thy bonie face |
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It's now the day is dawin |
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*~ *It 's up wi' the souters o' Selkirk |
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*It 's whisper'd in parlour |
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It was a' for our rightfu' king . |
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It was the charming month of May |
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It was upon a Lammas night |
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Jockie 's taen the parting kiss |
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John Anderson my jo, John |
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Ken ye ought o' Captain Grose |
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Landlady, count the lawin |
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Lang hae we parted been . |
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♦Lassie, lend me your braw hemp heckle |
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Lassie wi' the lint-white locks . |
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Let loove sparkle in her e'e |
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Let me ryke np to dight that tear |
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Let not woman e'er complain |
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Loud blaw the frosty breezes |
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Louis, what reck I by thee |
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Lovely was she by the dawn |
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Mally 's meek, Mally 's sweet |
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Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion |
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Meet me on the warlock knowe. |
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Musing on the roaring ocean |
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My bonie lass, I work in brass . |
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My coggie, Sirs, my coggie, Sirs |
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My daddie was a fiddler fine |
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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 darena tell |
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