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A beautiful face and a forin without fault
Amelia she's so wondrous fair

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Ah! why muft words my fame reveal
Away to the field

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As Celia near a fountain lay
Attend, ye fwains, where'er ye shove

131 All in the downs the fleet was mour'd 143 Ah the shepherds mouroful fate !

170 As Colin rang 'd early

178 As walking forth to view the plain

192 As Sylvia in a foreit lay

195 As Jamie gay gang'd blyth his way 229 A irilling song ye Mall hear

242 As I went forili to view the spring

245 A few years ago in the days of my granum 247 A friend of mine came here yeltreen 249 A quire of bright beauties

261 As bringing home the other day

281 As down on Banna's banks I stray'd 283 And did you not hear

285 As on a funshine fummers day

289 Around the spacious landscape rove As I sat at my spinning wheel

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By the side of a grove

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By sage philosophers of old
By the mountain's fide reclining

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Braw, braw lads of Galla-water Page 65 Beneath a green shade

155 By smooth winding Tay

166 Blelt as th’immortal gods is he

169 By a murmuring stream

171 By the delicious warmness of thy mouth Blyth young Bess to Jean did say Busy, curious, thirty fly

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Could ye guess
Come let's hae mair wine in
Come live with me, and be my love
Come, my fairelt, learn of me
Cast my love, thine eyes around
Celia ! see the season smiling
Cruel creature, can you leave me
Come, chear up, my lads
Come, rouze brother sportsman
Come, the mates of my fortune
Come, my lads, with fouls befitting
Come, come, my hearts so bold
Come to my arms, my treasure
Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer
Come, gie's a fang the lady cry'd
Come jolly Bacchus, god of wine
Come rouze from your trances
Come ye lads who wish to Mine
Contented I am, and contented I'll be

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Down the burn, and thro' the mead
Do you hear, brother sportsman
Dear Colin, prevent my warm blushes
Dear madam, when ladies are willing
Down in yon meadow a couple did tarry
Diogenes furly and proud

Defend my heart, ye virgin pow'rs
Dear Roger if your Jenny geck
Deil tak the wars

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Fill your glasses, banish grief
Fy let 11s a' to the bridal
Farewell ye green fields and sweet
For ever, O merciless fair

told me

Give Isaac the nymph who no beauty
Go high, go low, in ev'ry state
Guardian angels! now protect me
Gallant failor, oft yoni
Gently touch the warbling lyre
Gently Itir and blow the fire
Grant us, kind heav'n, what we request
Gin ye meet a bonny laflie
Guardian angels, --- A digh of cll forts

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How imperfect is expreffion
Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd
How bless'd are beggar lafies
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen
How pleas’d with my native bow'rs
Hopeless still in silent anguish
How pleasant a sailor's life passes
How happy were my days till now
Hope! thou nurse of young desire
He that will not merry merry be
Herseil pe highland (hentleman
Happy's the love which meets return
How blyth, ilk morn, was I to see
Her feep had in clufers
Hail! Masonry divine
Hark! the horn calls away

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Here's a health to the king

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How blest has my time been

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If that the world and love were young 51
I winna marry ony man but Sandy
I am a bachelor winfome

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In the garb of old Gaul

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I hae a green purse

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In winter when the rain

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I am a poor maiden forfaken

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In April when primroses

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In spite of the prejudic'd hate
I ha'e laid a herring in sa't

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In a small country village

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JOLLY souls that are gen'rous
Jolly inortais, fill your glasses

Leave off your foolish pratting
Long, long I despair'd
Love's a gentle gen'rous paflion
Let me fly into thy arm 3
Let us drink and be merry
Let's be jovial, fill our glasses
Let gay ones and great
Let matters of late

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Miss Betty's a girl
My goddess Lydia
Maidens let your lovers languish
My Jeany and I have told
My Patie is a lover gay
My sheep I neglected
My mither's ay glowran o'er me
My jockey is the blitheft lad
My Betsy is the blitheft maid
My Peggy is a young thing

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My laddie is gane

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No repose can I discover

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Nansy's to the green wood gane

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Now wat ye wha I met yeitreen

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No more my song shall be

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Now the happy knot is ty’d

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Now's the time for mirth and glee

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O! the days when I was young

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Oh! Venus, queen of soft delight

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On thy banks gentle Tay
O! would't thou know

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On a moffy bank reciin'd

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0! see that form

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O! gentle shepherds
Oh! frown no more
One fummer eve
Odds my life!

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Oh worthy Haddington

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One morning very early

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On a bank's flow'ry verge

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On Ettrick banks
Oh! lead me to some peaceful room 204
Oh! how could I venture

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Of Leister, fam'd for maidens fair

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O Belly Bell and Mary Gray
Oh! send me Lewis Gordon hame
O Sandy why leaves

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O Nelly no longer

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O cease to mourn

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Polly, when your lips you join
Poor Strephon distracted

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Pho! pox o' this nonsense

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Push about the brisk glass

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