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Olov'd maid of Broka, each fair one excelling |
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O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? |
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One day as I, in merry mood |
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On Richmond hill there lives a lass |
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O'Rourke's noble fare will ne'er be forgot |
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O slumber my darling, thy sire is a knight |
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O Spring's a pleasant time |
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O stay, sweet warbling wood-lark, stay |
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O the days are gone when beauty bright |
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O, the ewe-buchtin's bonie, baith e'ening and morn |
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O this is no my ain lassie |
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Our oats they are hoed, and our barley's reap'd |
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Over the mountains, and over the moor |
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Over the mountains, and over the waves |
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O was I to blame to love him ! |
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Oh! well do I remember, 'twas in the month of May |
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O where's the slave so lowly |
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0 weel may the boatie row |
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O were my love yon lilac fair |
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O wise and valiant Willy . |
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Pastime with good company |
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Peaceful slumbering on the ocean |
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Phillis, talk no more of passion . |
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Pray, Goody, please to moderate the rancour of your tongue |
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Raise on high a royal lay |
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Rich and rare were the gems she wore |
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Rise, rise thou merry lark |
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Roy's wife of Aldivalloch |
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Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark |
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Saw ye Johnie comin* ? quo* she |
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Scots, wha hae wi Wallace bled |
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Shall I go walk the woods so wild |
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She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps |
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Shepherds, I have lost my love |
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot |
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Since first I saw your face, I resolv'd |
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Sing, sing, music was given |
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Sir Simon de Montfort my subject shall be |
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Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules |
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The blush of morn at length appears . |
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The Campbells are coming, Oho, Ohn |
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