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Kind Words Can Never Die, |
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Last Rose of Summer, The, |
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Leaves Around Me Falling, |
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Let us Pause in Life's Pleasures, |
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Life is but a Fleeting Dream, |
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Listen to the Mocking Bird, |
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Little Girl, Don't You Cry, |
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Look Our Ransomed Shores Around, |
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Lord, Dismiss us with Thy Blessing, i |
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Lord, in this Thy Mercy's Day, |
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Love Thy Mother, Little Une, |
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Maxwelton's Braes are Bonnie, |
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Massa's in the Cold Ground, |
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May the Grace of Christ, Our Saviour, |
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Merrily Every Bosom Boundeth, |
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Methought the Stars Were Blinking Bright, |
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Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory, |
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Moon is Beaming 0' er the Lake, |
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Mountain Maid's Invitation, |
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Must I Leave Thee, Paradise, |
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Mast I Then, Must I Then, |
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My Bonnie is Over the Ocean, |
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My Country, 'Tis of Thee, |
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My Native Land, Again Mine Lye, |
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Nobody Knows the Trouble I've See |
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Not in Halls of Regal Splendor, |
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Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep, |
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Now Thank We All Our God, |
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D Fair Dove, O Fond Dove, |
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0 That I Never More Might See, |
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Oft in Danger, Oft in Woe, |
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Oh, Boys, Carry Me 'Long, |
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Oh, For a Thousand Tongues, |
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Oh, Gladly Now We Hail Thee, |
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Oh, How Cold the Winter Weather, |
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Oh, Lord, Keep Me from Sinking Down. |
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Oh, Mary, Call the Cattle Home, |
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Oh, the Sports of Childhood |
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Oh, Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast, |
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Oh, What is the Matter with Robin ? |
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Old Easy Chair by the Fire, |
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One by One the Sands are Flowing, |
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Once Again the Flowers We Gather, |
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One Summer Eve, in Pensive Thought, |
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On Yonder Rock Reclining, |
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On the Mountain Steep and Hoary, . |
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Our Country's Flag, O Emblem Dear, |
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Our Songs of Joy and Gladness, |
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Out in a Beautiful Field, |
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Over the Stars There is Rest, |
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Pleasure Climbs to Every Mountain, |
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Praise God from Whom All Blessings Flow |
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