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0, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut |
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0, wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar . |
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Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare . |
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Raving winds around her blowing |
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Robin sJmre in hairst .... |
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Robin was a rovin boy .... |
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*Rob Roy from the Highlands cam |
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*Rob Roy was my father ca'd . ... |
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Sae flaxen were her ringlets |
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Sae rantingly, sae wantonly |
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Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled |
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See the smoking bowl before us |
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She is a winsome wee thing . «. |
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*She play'd the loon or she was married |
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*She sat down below a thorn . |
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She's fair and fause that causes my smart |
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*She was cut-luggit, painch-lippit |
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot |
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot |
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Sing hey my braw John Highlandman |
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*Sir John Cope trode the north right far |
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Sir Wisdom 's a fool when he's fou . .- |
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Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou |
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Stay, my charmer, can you leave me . |
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Sweet are the banks—the banks o' Doon |
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Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn . • |
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The auld man's mare's dead . |
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The bairns gat out wi' an unco shout . |
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The blude-red rose at Yule may blaw . |
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The boniest lad that e'er I saw |
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The Campbells are comin. Oho ! Oho 1 |
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The cardin o't, the spinnin o't |
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The Catrine woods were yellow seen . |
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The collier has a dochter |
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The cooper o' Cuddie came here awa . |
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The day returns, my bosom burns |
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The deil cam fiddlin thro' the town |
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The deil's awa, the deil's awa. |
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The flower it blaws, it fades, it fa's |
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The gloomy night is gathering fast |
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The heather was blooming . |
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The laddies by the banks o' Nith |
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The lang lad they cd1 Jumpin John |
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The lazy mist hangs from the brow |
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The lovely lass of Inverness |
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The noble Maxwells and their powers |
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The ploughman, he's a bonie lad |
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The Robin cam to the Wren's nest |
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