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0, lay thy loo/in mine, lass |
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0, leave novels, ye Mauehline belles |
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O, leeze me on my spinnin-wheel |
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0, let me in this ae night |
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0 Logan, sweetly didst thou glide |
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O, luve will venture in . |
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O May, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet |
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O, meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty |
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O, merry hae I been teethin a heckle |
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0, mirk, mirk is this midnight hour |
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On a bank of flowers in a summer day |
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On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells |
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One night as I did wander |
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On peace an' rest my mind was bent |
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O, once I lov'd a bonie lass |
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O, open the door some pity to show |
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O Philly, happy be that day |
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O, poortith cauld and restless love |
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O, raging fortune's withering blast |
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O, rattlin, roarin Willie |
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Orthodox ! orthodox! wha believe in John Knox |
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O, saw ye my dearie, my Eppie McNab |
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0, saw ye my dear, my Philly |
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O, some will court and compliment |
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O, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay |
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0, steer her up and haud her gaun |
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0, tell na me o' wind an' rain |
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0, that I had ne'er been married |
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*0, that I were where Helen lies |
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0, that's the lassie o' my heart |
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0 Tibbie, I hae seen the day |
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*Our lords are to the mountains gane |
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Oar thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair |
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*Our young lady's a-huntin gane |
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Out over the Forth, I look to the north |
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0, ivat ye wha's in yon town |
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O, wat ye wha that lo'es me |
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O, were I on Parnassus' hill |
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O, were my love yon lilac fair |
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O, wert thou in the cauld blast |
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0, wert thou, love, but near me |
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O, wha my babie clouts will buy |
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O, whar gat ye that hauver-meal bannock |
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O, wha will to Saint Stephen's house |
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O, when she came ben, she bobbed fu' law |
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*0, where hae ye been Lord Ronald |
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0, whistle an I'll come to ye, my lad |
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0, why should Fate sic pleasure have , |
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