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John Anderson my jo, John

John Anderson my jo, cum in as ze gae by

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Keen blaws the wind o'er Donocht-head

Keen blaws the win' o'er the braes o' Gleniffer

Kenmure's on and awa, Willie

Know ye the fair one whom I love!

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Lang hae we parted been

Let us go, lassie, go

Let us haste to Kelvin Grove, bonnie lassie, O
Look where my dear Hamilla lies

Love never more shall give me pain

M.

Maxweltown banks are bonnie

My dear and only love, I pray

My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here

My Jeany and I have toil'd

My lover has left me

My Patie is a lover gay

My Peggy is a young thing

My sheep I neglected, I broke my sheep-hook

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Of a' the airts the wind can blaw
Of mighty Nature's handy works
Of Nelson and the North

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O gin my love were yon red rose

how could I venture to love one like thee

Oh, how hard it is to find

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O Logie of Buchan, its Logie the laird

O lusty Maye, with Flora quene

O luve will venture in, where it daurna weel be seen

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Our bugles sang truce-for the night cloud had lower'd

Our gudeman came hame at e'en

Our native land, our native vale

Our thistles flourish'd fresh and fair

O waly waly up the bank

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O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut

O, young Lochinvar has come out of the west

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Red gleams the Sun on yon hill tap

Red rowes the Nith 'tween bank and brae

Robeyns Jok cam to wow our Jynny
Roy's Wife of Aldivalloch

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Saddled and bridled

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Saw ye my wee thing, saw ye my ain thing
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled

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The day is departed, and round from the cloud
The day returns, my bosom burns

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The gloamin saw us a' sit down

The gypsies cam to the Earl o' Cassilis' gate

Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon

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The moon had climb'd the highest hill

The moon's on the lake, and the mists on the brae

The moon was a-waning

The morn was fair, saft was the air

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There came a young man to my daddie's door
There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin.
There dwelt a man on Crawford moor

There lived a lass in Inverness

There lived a man into the west

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There's cauld kail in Aberdeen

There was a jolly beggar

There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes

There was ance a May, and she loe'd nae men

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There was a lass, and she was fair

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The robin came to the wrens nest

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The smiling morn, the breathing spring
The smiling plains profusely gay

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The sun has gape down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond
The sun is sunk, the day is done

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The sun rises bright in France

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The sun sets in night and the stars shun the day
The tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an' a'
The tears I shed must ever fall

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The wind comes frae the land I love

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The winter time is past

The yellow hair'd laddie sat down on yon brae

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'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing
'Twas whan the wan leaf frae the birk-tree was fa'in

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Wha wadnae be in love

When Britain first at Heaven's command
When first I came to be a man

When I bae a saxpence under my thumb
When I upon thy bosom lean

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When Napoleon was flying

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When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame

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When Sappho struck the quivering wire

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When the rough north forgets to howl

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When trees did bad, and fields were green
When wild war's deadly blast was blawn
Where Thames, along the daisied meads
While fops in soft Italian verse
While with fond rapture and amaze

While with her white and nimble hands
Why hangs that cloud upon thy brow

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Why weep ye by the tide, ladie

Will ye gae to the ewe-bughts, Marion
Will ye gang o'er the lea-rig

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LONDON: PRINTED BY W. NICOL, 51, PALL MALL.

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