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Fy let us a' to the bridal,
Fy let us a' to Kirkcudbright,

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Gane is the day, and mirk's the night,
Get up gudewife, don on your claise,
Gie me a lass wi' a lump o' land,
Gilderoy was a bonnie boy,
Gin a body meet a body,
Gin livin' worth could win my heart,
Gin ye meet a bonnie lassie,
Gloomy winter's now awa',
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,
Gone were but the day,
Good-morrow to thy sable beak,
Go to Berwick, Johnie,
Go to him, then, if thou canst go,
Gude night and joy be wi' you a',
Gude day, now, bonnie Robin,

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Hame, hame, hame! O hame fain wad I be,
Happy's the love which meets return,
Hard is the fate of him who loves,
Have ye any pots or pans,
Have you any laws to mend,
Hear me, ye nymphs, and every swain,
Hear what Highland Nora said,
Hearken, and I will tell ye how,
Hee, baloo, my wee sweet Donald,
Her daddie forbade, her minnie forbade,
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, (modern)
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, (old)
Here is the glen, and here the bower,
Here's a health to ane I loe dear,
Here's a health to them that's awa,
Here's a health to them that's awa,
Here's to the year that's awa,
Here's to the king, sir,
Here's to thy health, my bonnie lass,
Hersell be auchty years and twa,
Hersell be Highland shentleman,
He's a terrible man John Tod, John Tod,
Hey, Donald, howe, Donald,
Hey, my Jack, howe, my Jack,
Hey, the bonnie, howe, the bonnie,

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Hey, the dusty miller,
Hie, bonnie lassie, blink over the burn,
Honest man, John Ochiltree,
How blythe, ilk morn, was I to see,
How can my poor heart be glad,
How lang and dreary is the night,
How pleasant the banks of the clear-winding Devon,
How's a' wi' my auld dame,
How sweetly smells the simmer green,
How sweet this lone vale, and how soothing to feeling
Husband, husband, cease your strife,

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I am a puir silly auld man,
I am a young bachelor winsome,
I sought my maiden and my wife,
I chanced to meet an airy blade,
I couldna get sleep yestreen for greeting,
I'd rather hae a piece as a kiss o' my joe,
I do confess thou’rt smooth and fair,
If doughty deeds my lady please,
If love's a sweet passion, why does it torment,
If my dear wife should chance to gang,
I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen,
I hae bought Boulie Willie's lume, my lassie,
I hae laid a herring in saut,
I hae laid a herrin' in saut (second version)
I lately lived in quiet case,
I'll aye ca' in by yon toun,
I'll gar our gudeman trow,
I loed neer a laddie but ane,
I married my wife and I brought her hame,
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may sit in my wee croo house,
I'm wearing awa, Jean,
I met four chaps yon birks amang,
In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain,
In Scotland there lived a humble beggar,
In simmer I mawed my meadows,
In summer when the bay was maun,
In the land of Fife there lived a wicked wife,
In the Nick o' the Balloch lived Muirland Tam,
In winter, when the rain rained cauld,
In yon garden fine and gay,
I once was a maid, though I cannot tell when,
I scorn the state of that lover's condition,

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Is there, for honest poverty,
It fell about the Martinmas time,
It fell on a morning, when we were thrang,
It's I hae seven braw new gowns,
It's up wi’ the souters o' Selkirk,
It's dowie in the hint o' hairst,
It was a' for our rightfu’ king,
It was in and about the Martinmas time,
It was upon a Lammas night,
I've heard a lilting, at our ewe milking,
I've seen the smiling,
I've spent my time in rioting,
I was once a weel-tocher'd lass,
I will awa' wi' my love,
I winna loe the laddie that ca's the cart and pleugh,
I wish I were where Helen lies,

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Jockie said to Jenny, Jenny wilt thou wed,
Jockie's ta'en the parting kiss,
Jockey fou, and Jenny fain,
Jockey he cam here to woo,
John Anderson, my jo, John,
Joy gaed down the loaning wi' her,

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Keen blaws the wind o'er the braes o' Gleniffer,
Keen blaws the wind ower Donocht Head,

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Lang hae we parted been,
Lassie wi' the lint-white locks,
Last May a braw wooer,
Late in an evening forth I went,
Leaning ower a window, and looking ower a mound,
Let not woman e'er complain,
Let them boast of the country gave Patrick his birth,
Let us go, lassie, go,
Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, 0,
Little wat ye wha's coming,
Loudon's bonnie woods and braes,
Love never more shall give me pain,
Lowland lassie, wilt thou go,

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Maggie, my dow; Maggie, my dow,
March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale,
March, march, why the deil dinna ye march?
Maxwelton banks are nie,

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Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn,
My Chloris, mark how green the groves,
My daddie is a cankert carle,
My daddie left me gear eneuch,
My dear and only love, I pray,
My father has forty good shillings,
My Harry was a gallant gay,
My heart is a-breaking, dear titty,
My heart is sair—I daurna tell,
My heart's in the Highlands,
My lady's gown there's gairs upon't,
My love's bonnie, bonnie, bonnie,
My love he's built a bonnie ship,
My love he's built a bonnie bouir,
My love's in Germanie,
My love is but a lassie yet,
My love was born in Aberdeen,
My mother's aye glowring ower me,
My name is Bauldy Frazer, man,
My name it is Donald Macdonald,
My Patie is a lover gay,
My Peggie is a young thing,
My sheep I neglected - I lost my sheep-hook,
My soger laddie is ower the sea,
My sweetest May, let love incline thee,
My wife's a wanton wee thing,

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Nancy's to the greenwood gane,
Nith, trembling to the reaper's sang,
No churchman am I, for to rail and to write
No more my song shall be, ye swains,
November winds blaw loud and shrill,
Now in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays,
Now nature hangs her mantle green,
Now rosy May comes in with flowers,
Now there's peace on the shore
Now the sun's gane out o' sight,
Now wat ye wha I met yestreen,
Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns,

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O, an ye were deid, gudeman,
0, are ye sleepin', Maggie,
0, as I was kist yestreen,
O ay, my wife she dang me,

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O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray,
O bonnie was yon rosy brier,
O cam ye here the fecht to shun,
O Charlie is my darling,
Och hey, Johnnie lad,
O, come awa', come awa',
Of a the airts the wind can blaw,
O dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee,
Of mighty Nature's handyworks,
0, Galloway Tam cam here to woo,
O gin I were fairly shot o' her,
O gude ale comes, and gude ale goes,
Oh! dinna ask me gin I loe thee,
Oh, dear minnie, what shall I do,
Oh, gin my love were yon red rose,
Oh, had I a house and a cantie wee fire,
Oh, open the door, some pity show,
0, how can I be blithe and glad,
Oh how could I venture to love one like thee,
Oh ! I hae lost my silken snood,
O, I hae seen great anes, and in great ha's,
Oh, I'm come to the Low Countrie,
Oh, mirk, mirk is this midnight hour,
Oh tell me, oh tell me, bonnie young lassie,
Oh, wert thou in the cauld blast,
O hush thee, my baby! thy sire was a knight,
0, Kenmure's on and awa, Willie,
0, ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten,
Oh, luve will venture in where it daurna weel be seen,
O I'm wet, wet,
0, lady, twine no wreath for me,
O lay thy loof in mine, lass,
O, lassie, art thou sleeping yet,
Old King Coul was a jolly old soul,
O leeze me on my spinning wheel,
O licht is the heart and the ee,
O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide,
O Logie o' Buchan, O Logie the laird,
O, Mary, at thy window be,
O, Mary, ye’se be clad in silk,
0, May, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet,
O meikle thinks my love o' my beauty
O merry hae I been teething a heckle,
O merry may the maid be,

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