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A lassie lives by yonder burnA Scots sang,Aye wakin', oh!Cease thus to palpitate,Draw the sword, Scotland,Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour,Fly away, pretty moth,Follow, follow over mountain,Here's a health, bonnie Scotland, to thee,Homage to Charlie,How blest the maid,I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen,Isle of beauty, fare-thee-well!John Anderson, my jo,Love wakes and weeps,Merrily, merrily goes the bark,My lute it has but one sweet song,My soldier love,Now hope, now fear,Oft in the stilly night,See the moon o'er cloudless Jura,She never blamed him,Should he upbraid, Tell me, my heart,The bonnie wee wife,The captive Knight,The fairest flower,The moon on the ocean,The navy and the army,There's an isle clasped by waves,The snow-drop,The winds whistle cold, They say my love is dead,With helmet on his brow,
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