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For weel he kend the way, 0 |
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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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From the white-blossom'd sloe |
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Full well thou know'st I love thee, dear |
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Fy, let us a' to Kirkcudbright . |
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Go, fetch to me a pint o' wine . |
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Hark the mavis' e'ening sang |
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He clench'd his pamphlets in his fist |
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Hee balou, my sweet wee Donald |
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Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad . |
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Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie |
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Her flowing locks the raven's wing |
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Here is the glen, and here the bower |
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Here's a bottle and an honest friend |
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Here *s a health to ane I We dear |
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Here's a health to them that's awa |
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Here 's to thy health, my bonie lass |
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Hey cd thro\ ca' thro' .... |
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Hey Johnie Cope, are ye waukingyet . |
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How can my poor heart be glad |
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How cruel are the parents |
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How long and dreary is the night |
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Husband, husband, cease your strife |
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/ am a fiddler to my trade |
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I bought my wife a stane o' lint |
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I coft a stane o' haslock woo' . |
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I do confess thou art sae fair |
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I dream'd I lay where flowers . |
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I fee'd a man at Martinmas |
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*If I be black, I canna be lo'ed |
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If thou should ask my love |
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If ye gae up to yon hill-tap |
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I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen |
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I had sax owsen in a pleugh |
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I hae a wife o' my ain .... |
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Ilk care and fear, when thou art near . |
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