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My heart is wae, and unco wae |
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My heart's in the Highlands . |
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My heart was ance as blythe and free . |
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My lady's gown, there's gain upon't |
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My lord a-hunting he is gane |
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My love, she 's but a lassie yet. |
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My love was born in Aberdeen |
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My luve is like a red, red rose . |
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My Peggie's face, my Peggie's form |
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My Sandy gied to me a ring |
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My wife 's a wanton wee thing x |
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*Nae birdies sang the mirky hour |
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Nae gentle dames, tho' ne'er sae fair |
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♦Near Edinburgh was a young son born |
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No cold approach, no alter'd mien |
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Now haply down yon gay green shaw . |
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Now Nature deeds the flowery lea |
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Now Nature hangs her mantle green |
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Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers |
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Now simmer blinks on flow'ry braes |
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Now spring has clad the grove in green |
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0, an ye were dead, gudeman |
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0, ay my wife she dang me |
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O, bonie was yon rosy brier |
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O, cam ye here the fight to shun |
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0, can ye labor lea, young man |
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*0, dear minny, what shall I do |
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0, Donald Couper and his man |
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O'er the moor amang the heather |
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Of a' the airts the wind can blaw |
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*0, for my ain king, quo' gude Wallace |
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*0, Galloway Tam cam here to woo |
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0, gude ale comes, and gude ale goes |
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*0, heard ye of a silly harper |
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0, he 's a ranting, roving lad . |
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0, how can I be blythe and glad |
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O, how shall I, unskilfu', try |
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O, I am come to the low countrie |
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*0,1 forbid you maidens a' |
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0, Jenny 's a' weet,poor body |
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0, Kenmure 's on and awa', Willie |
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0, ken ye what Meg o' the mill has gotten |
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O, ken ye what Meg o' the mill has gotten |
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O lassie, are ye sleepin yet , |
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