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A friend of mine came here yestreen
Ah ! the poor shepherd's mournful fate
Alas! my son, you little know
All lonely on the sultry beach
Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube
Although I be but a country lass
Amang the birks sae blythe and gay
And are ye sure the news is true
And sae ye've treated me
And ye shall walk in silk attire
Anna thy charms my bosom fire
An thou wert my ain thing
As I came down the Canno'gate
As I came down thro' Canpobie
As I cane in by Teviot-side
As I went furth to view the plain
As Sylvia in a forest lay
As walking forth to view the plain
A steed! a steed of matchlesse speede !
At setting day and rising morn
A wet sheet and a flowing sea

B.

Balow my babe, lye still and sleipe
Beneath a green shade a lovely young swain
Blythe, blythe, blythe was she

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Blythe young Bess to Jean did say
Bird of the wilderness
Bonnie lassie, will ye go
Braw, braw lads of Galla water
By Logan streams that rin sae deep
By smooth-winding Tay a swain was reclining

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C.

Carle, and the King come
Cauld winter is awa', my love
Come all ye jolly shepherds
Come boat me o'er, come row me o'er
Come busk you gallantlie
Come, dear Amanda, quit the town
Come, gentle god of soft desire
Come gie's a sang, Montgomery cried
Come under my plaidy the night's gaun to fa'
Coming thro’ the craigs o' Kyle
Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar

D.

Did ever swain a nymph adore
Down in yon' valley a couple did tarry
Drink ye to her that each loves best
Dumbarton's drums beat bonnie-o
Duncan's coming, Donald's coming
Duncan Gray cam here to woo

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Eliza was a bonnie lass, an' O she loe'd me weel

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F.
Farewell, farewell, my yellow hair
Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean
Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong
Far lone, amang the Highland hills
For ever, Fortune, wilt thou pro
For lack of gold she has left me-o
Fy let us a' to the brida

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Gay is thy glen Corrie
Gie me a lass with a lump of land
Gin living worth could win my heart
Gin ye meet a bonnie lassie
Gloomy winter's now awa'
Good night, and joy be wi' ye a'
Go seek in the wild glen
Green grow the rashes, O!

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Had I a cave on some wild, distant shore
Hae you any pots or pans
Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove
Hame, hame, hame! Hame fain wad I be
Hard is the fate of him who loves
Hearken, and I will tell you how
Hear me, ye nymphs, and every swain,
He is gone, he is gone
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie
Here awa', there awa', here awa', Willie
Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear
Hey, how my Johnie lad
Hie upon Hielands
How blest has my time been! what joys have I known
How blyth, ilk morn, was I to see
How can I be blythe and glad
How sweet this lone vale, and how soothing to feeling
How sweet thy modest light to view
How sweetly smells the summer green

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