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What ails this heart of mine . |
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What's a' the steer ? Kimmer |
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When Britain first, at Heav'n's command |
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When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved |
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When first you courted me, I own . |
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When forced from dear Hebe to go
When he who adores thee has left but the name |
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When in death I shall calm recline |
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When 1 think on this warld's pelf |
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When I was bound apprentice, in famous Lincolnshire |
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When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food . |
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When that I was a little tiny boy |
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When the bright God of Day . |
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When the rosebud of summer, its beauties bestowing |
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When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame |
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Where are the men who went forth in the morning |
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Where hae ye been sae braw, lad? |
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While gazing on the moon's light |
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While the moon her watch is keeping |
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Who liveth so merry in all this land |
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Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally, 0 ? |
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Will ye go to Sheriff Muir |
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Will ye go to the ewe-bughts, Marion |
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Will you come with me. my Phillis dear |
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Will you hear a Spanish lady |
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Your Molly has never been false, she declares |
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Youth's the season made for joys |
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