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A chieftain to the highlands bound |
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A Highland lad my love was born |
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Ah ! the syghes that come fro' my heart |
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All in the Downs the fleet was moored |
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And a' that e'er my Jenny had . |
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And are ye sure the news is true? |
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And Charlie is my darling |
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And doth not a meeting like this make amends |
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And O for ane and twenty, Tam ! |
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And will he not come again ? |
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A North-country lass up to London did pass |
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A poor beggar's daughter did dwell on a greene |
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Arise from thy slumbers, O fairest of maids |
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As down in the meadows I chanc'd for to pass |
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As I came thro' Sandgate . |
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As I walk'd forth one summer's day |
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At a Maypole down in Kent |
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At morning sun out o'er the lea |
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At setting day, and rising morn |
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At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly |
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Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin |
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Baloo loo lammy, now baloo, my dear |
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Begone, dull Care ! I prythee begone from me ! |
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Behind yon hills where Lugar flows |
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Branch of the sweet and early rose |
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Braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes |
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Care, thou canker of our joys |
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Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer |
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Charm'd by the lustre of thine eyes |
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Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain |
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Come boat me o'er, come row me o'er |
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Come cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer. |
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Come, live with me, and be my love |
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