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Duncan Davison
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Theniel Menzies’ bonnie Mary
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The Banks of the Devon
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Weary fa’ you, Duncan Gray
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The Ploughman
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Landlady, count the Lawin
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“Raving winds around her blowing”
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“How long and dreary is the night”
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Musing on the roaring Ocean
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Blithe, blithe and merry was she
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The blude red rose at Yule may blaw
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O’er the Water to Charlie
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A Rose-bud by my early walk
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Rattlin’, roarin’ Willie
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Where braving angry Winter’s Storms
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Tibbie Dunbar
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Bonnie Castle Gordon
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My Harry was a gallant gay
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The Tailor fell through the bed, thimbles an’ a’
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Ay Waukin O!
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Beware o’ Bonnie Ann
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The Gardener wi’ his paidle
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Blooming Nelly
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The day returns, my bosom burns
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My Love she’s but a lassie yet
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Jamie, come try me
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Go fetch to me a Pint O’ Wine
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The Lazy Mist
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O mount and go
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Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw
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Whistle o’er the lave o’t
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O were I on Parnassus’ Hill
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“There’s a youth in this city”
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My heart’s in the Highlands
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John Anderson, my Jo
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Awa, Whigs, awa
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