287
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“Where are the joys I have met in the morning”
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288
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“Deluded swain, the pleasure”
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288
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Nancy
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288
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Husband, husband, cease your strife
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289
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Wilt thou be my dearie?
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289
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But lately seen in gladsome green
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290
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“Could aught of song declare my pains”
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290
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Here’s to thy health, my bonnie lass
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290
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It was a’ for our rightfu’ king
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291
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O steer her up and haud her gaun
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291
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O ay my wife she dang me
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291
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O wert thou in the cauld blast
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292
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The Banks of Cree
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292
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On the seas and far away
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292
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Ca’ the Yowes to the Knowes
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293
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Sae flaxen were her ringlets
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293
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O saw ye my dear, my Phely?
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294
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How lang and dreary is the night
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294
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Let not woman e’er complain
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294
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The Lover’s Morning Salute to his Mistress
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295
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My Chloris, mark how green the groves
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295
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Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe
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296
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Lassie wi’ the lint-white locks
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296
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Farewell, thou stream, that winding flows
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296
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O Philly, happy be the day
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297
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Contented wi’ little and cantie wi’ mair
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297
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Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy
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298
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My Nannie’s awa
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298
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O wha is she that lo’es me
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299
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Caledonia
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299
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O lay thy loof in mine, lass
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300
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The Fête Champêtre
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