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INDEX OF FIRST LINES
There were twa brethren in the North ....
There were twa sisters sat in a bour ....
There where three ladies live in a bower
This ae nighte, this ae nighte ......
This winter's weather it waxeth cold ....
' Tom Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend me your grey mare . True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank ....
' Turn, Willie Macintosh ......
When captains couragious whom death could not daunte
When Robin Hood and Little John ....
When shaws beene sheene, and shradds full fayre .
When we were silly sisters seven .....
' Why does your brand sae drop wi' blude
Will you hear a Spanish lady
Willie stands in his stable door .....
' Willie, Willie, what makes you sae sad ? ' .
' Willy 's rare, and Willy 's fair .....
Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands ..... ' Ye maun gang to your father, Janet . . . .
You beauteous ladies great and small .... Young Bekie was as brave a knight ....
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