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O born in days when wits were fresh and clear
O Brignall banks are wild and fair ....
O England is a pleasant place for them that's rich and
high
Of Nelson and the North
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
Oft in the pleasant summer years . .
O have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde
O how comely it is, and how reviving ....
O joy of creation ........
O Mary, at thy window be
Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee .
On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred and
ninety-two . .
Othere, the old sea-captain
Our English archers bent their bowes .... O Venice ! Venice ! when thy marble walls . O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west .
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu
Ruin seize thee, ruttless King
Should auld acquaintance be forgot .... Simon Danz has come home again .... Stern Daughter of the Voice of God .... Still the song goeth up from Gunnar, though his harp
to earth be laid
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright ....
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind ..... The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold The boy stood on the burning deck ....
The breaking waves dashed high
The captain stood on the carronade : ' First Lieutenant,' says he
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