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O meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty

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O had each Scot of ancient times

O had the malt thy strength of mind

O how can I be blythe and glad

O how shall I unskilfu' try

O Kenmure's on and awa, Willie

O ken ye what Meg o' the mill has gotten

O Lady Mary Ann looks o'er the castle wa'
O lassie are ye sleepin' yet

Olay thy loof in mine, lass

O leave novels, ye Mauchline belles

O let me in this ae night

O Logan, sweetly did'st thou glide

O Lord, since we have feasted thus

O Lord, when hunger pinches sore

O lovely Polly Stewart

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O Luve will venture in where it daurna weel be seen

O Mary at thy window be

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O May, thy morn was ne'er so sweet

O merry hae I been teethin' a heckle

O mirk, mirk is the midnight hour

O mount and go! mount and make you ready
O my luve's like a red, red rose

O once I lov'd a bonie lass

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O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut

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O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar
ye wha are sae gude yoursel'

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ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains

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Of a' the airts the wind can blaw

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Once fondly lov'd, and still remember'd dear
One night as I did wander

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One Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell

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Searching auld wives' barrels

See the smoking bowl before us
Sensibility, how charming
She is a winsome wee thing

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She's fair and fause that causes my smart
Should auld acquaintance be forgot

Shrewd Willie Smellie to Crochallan came
Sic a reptile was Wat, sic a miscreant slave
Sing hey, my braw John Highlandman

Sing on, sweet thrush upon the leafless bow
Sir, as your mandate did request

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"Stop thief?" Dame Nature called to Death
Strait is the spot, and green the sod
Streams that glide in orient plains
Sweet are the banks-the banks o' Doon

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Talk not to me of savages

That there is falsehood in his looks
The bairns gat out wi' an unco shout
The blude-red rose at Yule may blaw
The bonie lass made the bed to me
The Catrine woods were yellow seen
The Cooper o' Cuddy cam here awa
The day returns, my bosom burns
The deil cam fiddlin thro' the toun

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The Devil got notice that Grose was a-dying

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The flower it blaws, it fades, it fa's

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The friend whom wild from Wisdom's way

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The gloomy night is gath'rin fast

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The heather was blooming, the meadows were mawn

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The king's most humble servant, I

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The laddies by the banks o' Nith

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The lamp of day with ill-presaging glare

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The lang lad they ca' Jumpin John

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The last time I came o'er the muir

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The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill

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The Robin to the Wren's nest, cam keekin in

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The simple bard, rough at the rustic plough

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The simple bard, unbroke by rules of art

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The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning.

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The wean wants a cradle, the cradle wants a cod

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The weary pund, the weary pund

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The wind blew hollow frae the hills

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The winter it is past, and the summer's come at last
The wintry west extends his blast

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Their groves o' sweet myrtle, let foreign lands reckon

Then, gudewife, count the lawin
Then, hey for a lass wi' a tocher
Theniel Menzies' bonie Mary

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