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Lord Gregory
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277
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Mary Morison
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277
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Wandering Willie. First Version
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278
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Wandering Willie. Last Version
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278
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Oh, open the door to me, oh!
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279
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Jessie
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279
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The poor and honest sodger
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279
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Meg o’ the Mill
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280
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Blithe hae I been on yon hill
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281
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Logan Water
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281
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“O were my love yon lilac fair”
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281
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Bonnie Jean
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282
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Phillis the fair
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283
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Had I a cave on some wild distant shore
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283
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By Allan stream
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283
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O Whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad
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284
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Adown windng Nith I did wander
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284
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Come, let me take thee to my breast
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285
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Daintie Davie
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285
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Scots wha hae wi’ Wallace bled. First Version
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285
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Scots wha hae wi’ Wallace bled. Second Version
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286
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Behold the hour, the boat arrives
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287
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Thou hast left me ever, Jamie
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287
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Auld lang syne
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287
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“Where are the joys I have met in the morning”
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288
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“Deluded swain, the pleasure”
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288
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Nancy
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288
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Husband, husband, cease your strife
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289
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Wilt thou be my dearie?
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289
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But lately seen in gladsome green
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290
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“Could aught of song declare my pains”
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290
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Here’s to thy health, my bonnie lass
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290
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It was a’ for our rightfu’ king
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291
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O steer her up and haud her gaun
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291
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