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Come, ye young men, come along |
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Come you not from Newcastle ? |
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Comin' thro' the craigs of Kyle |
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Contented wi' little, and canty wi' mair |
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Dance to your daddy, my bonny iady |
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Dear Harp of my Country ! in darkness I found thee |
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Deck the hall with boughs of holly |
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Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander |
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Drink to me only with thine eyes |
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Duncan Gray came here to woo |
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Early one morning, just as the sun was rising |
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Erin, the tear and the smile in thine eyes |
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Fair Hebe I left, with a cautious design |
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Fair Rosalind, in woeful wise |
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Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean . |
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Fill, fill the bright mead-cup, and let it go round |
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Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour |
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From thee, Eliza, I must go |
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From the white blossom'd sloe my dear Chloe requested |
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Full high in Killbride is the grass seen to wave |
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Gather ye rosebuds while ye may . |
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Gin living worth could win my heart |
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Give ear to me, both high and low |
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Go from my window, Love, go |
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God save our noble Queen ! . |
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Golden slumbers kiss your eyes |
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Good morrow, 'tis St. Valentine's day |
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Has sorrow thy young days shaded |
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Hear me, ye nymphs, and ev'ry swain |
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Hee balow, my sweet wee Donald |
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Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie |
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Here's a health unto his Majesty |
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Here's a health to the Queen, and a lasting peace |
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Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling |
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Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen |
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How happy could I be with either |
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How lang and dreary is the night |
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How oft has the Benshee cried |
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How stands the glass around ? |
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How should I your true love know |
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How sweet the answer Echo makes |
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I am a brisk and sprightly lad . . |
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If thou'lt be mine, the treasures ot air |
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