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The Deil cam’ fiddling thro’ the town
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The lovely Lass of Inverness
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O my luve’s like a red, red rose
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Louis, what reck I by thee
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Had I the wyte she bade me
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Coming through the rye
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Young Jamie, pride of a’ the plain
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Out over the Forth I look to the north
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The Lass of Ecclefechan
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The Cooper o’ Cuddie
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For the sake of somebody
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I coft a stane o’ haslock woo
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The lass that made the bed for me
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Sae far awa
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I’ll ay ca’ in by yon town
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O wat ye wha’s in yon town
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O May, thy morn
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Lovely Polly Stewart
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Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie
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Anna, thy charms my bosom fire
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Cassilis’ Banks
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To thee, lov’d Nith
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Bannocks o’ Barley
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Hee Balou! my sweet wee Donald
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Wae is my heart, and the tear’s in my e’e
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Here’s his health in water
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My Peggy’s face, my Peggy’s form
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Gloomy December
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My lady’s gown, there’s gairs upon ’t
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Amang the trees, where humming bees
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The gowden locks of Anna
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