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A chieftain to the Highlands bound,
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever,
Afore the Lammas tide,

Ah, the shepherd's mournful fate,
A laddie and a lassie,

Alas! my son you little know,
A lass that was laden wi' care,
All lonely on the sultry beach,
And are ye sure the news is true,
An thou were my ain thing,
As I came by Loch-Eroch side,
As I was walking up the street,

Auld Rob, the laird o' muckle land,
A wee bird cam' to our ha' door,
A wet sheet and a flowing sea,
Aye wakin', oh,

Baloo, baloo, my wee, wee thing,
Behind yon hills where Lugar flows,
Bird of the wilderness,

Blythe, blythe and merry are we,
Blythe, blythe, blythe was she,
Blythe young Bess to Jean did say,
Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie bride,
By Logan's streams that rin sae deep,
By Pinkie House oft let me walk,

Carle, an the king come,

Ca' the yowes to the knowes,

Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
Chanticleer, wi' noisy whistle,
Come all ye jolly shepherds,

Come boat me ower, come row me ower,

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Come, gentle god of soft desire,

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Come, gie's a sang, Montgomery cried,

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Coming through the craigs of Kyle,

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Come under my plaidie; the night's gaun to fa',

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Coming through the rye, puir body,

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Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar, .

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Dear Rodger, if your Jenny geck,

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Doun in yon garden sweet and gay,
Duncan Gray cam' here to woo,

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Fair, modest flower, of matchless worth, .
Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean,
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,
Far lone, amang the Highland hills,

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
For lack of gold she's left me, O,

Gilderoy was a bonnie boy,

Gin I had a wee house and a canty wee fire,

Go fetch to me a pint of wine,

Good night, and joy be wi' you a',

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Green grow the rashes, O,

Gude day, now, bonny Robin,

Had I a cave on some wild distant shore,
Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove,
Harken, and I will tell ye how,
Hear me, ye nymphs and ev'ry swain,
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear,
He's ower the hills that I lo'e weel,.
Hey, how, my Johnie lad,

Hey, the dusty miller,

How blythe, ilk morn, was I to see,
How sweetly smells the simmer green,

I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair,
If doughty deeds my lady please,
gaed a waefu' gate yestreen,

I ha'e laid a herring in saut,

I ha'e seen great anes, and sat in great ha's,

I lo'e ne'er a laddie but ane,

I'm wearin' awa, Jean,

In summer I mawed my meadow,

In winter when the rain rain'd cauld,
In yon garden fine and gay,

Is there, for honest poverty,

It fell about the Martinmas time,

It was a' for our rightfu' king,

It was at a wedding near Tranent,

It was in and about the Martinmas time,
I've heard them lilting, at our ewe-milking,
I've seen the smiling of fortune beguiling,
I've spent my time in rioting,

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Keen blaws the wind o'er Donocht head,

Late in an evening forth I went,
Love never more shall give me pain,

Merry may the maid be, .

My daddie is a cankert carle,

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 love was born in Aberdeen,

My Peggy is a young thing,

My heart is sair, I daurna tell,

My love has built a bonnie ship, and set her on the sea,

My sheep I've forsaken, and left my sheep-hock,

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O how can I be blythe and glad,

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Oh! dinna ask me gin I lo'e thee,

Oh, Rowan-tree! Öh, Rowan-tree! thou'lt aye be

dear to me,

Oh! send my Lewis Gordon hame,

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O Logie o' Buchan, O Logie the laird,
O Mary, at thy window be,

O my lassie ! our joy to complete again,

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O, my luve's like a red, red rose,

On Annan's banks, in life's gay morn,

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On a rock by seas surrounded,

On Ettrick banks, on a summer's night,

O rattlin', roaring Willie,

O saw ye bonnie Lesley,

O this is my departing time,

Our gudeman cam' hame at e'en,

Our native land, our native vale,

O waly, waly up yon bank,

O weel may the boatie row,
O were my love yon lilac fair,

O what will a' the lads do,

O when she cam' ben she bobbit fu' law,

O where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie

O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad,
O, Willie brewed a peck o' maut,

Peggy, now the king's come,

Red gleams the sun on yon hill tap,
Robin is my only jo,

Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,

Saw ye Johnny comin', quo' she,
Scots wha ha'e wi' Wallace bled,
She is a winsome wee thing,

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
Since all thy vows, false maid,
Sweet sir, for your courtesie,

Talk not of love, it gives me pain,

Tarry woo', tarry woo',

The bride cam' out o' the byre,

The Campbells are coming, O-ho, O-ho,

The carle he came o'er the craft,

The cock's at the crawing,

The day returns, my bosom burns,

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The deil cam' fiddlin' thro' the toun,

Their groves of sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, 76
The laird o' Cockpen, he's proud an' he's great,

The lass o' Patie's mill,

The lawland lads think they are fine,

The moon had climbed the highest hill,
The news frae Moidart cam' yestreen,
The pawkie auld carl came o'er the lea,
There ance was a May, and she lo'ed na men,
There cam' a young man to my daddie's door,
There's auld Rob Morris, that wons in yon glen,
There's cauld kail in Aberdeen,
There was a lass, and she was fair,

The yellow hair'd laddie sat down on yon brae,
Thickest night, surround my dwelling,
Thine am I, my faithful fair,

awa',

Thou art gane awa', thou art gane
Thou bonnie wood of Craigie-lea,
Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray,
Thy braes were bonnie, Yarrow stream,
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen,

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'Tis I ha'e seven braw new gowns,

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Tune your fiddles, tune them sweetly,

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'Twas at the hour of dark midnight,

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'Twas even, the dewy fields were green,

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'Twas in that season of the year,

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'Twas on a Monday morning,

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'Twas when the wan leaf frae the birk-tree was fa'in, 90