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Let Erin remember the days of old
Let him who sighs in sadness here
Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder
Love my Mary dwells with thee
Let the farmer praise his grounds
Let amorous bards in verse sublime
Let topers drain the flowing bowl
Love wandering through the rain
Let others breathe the melting sigh

Low waved the summer woods, and green

Marseilles Hymn

Much to the battle field

My bonnie lass now turn to me

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March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale

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My thoughts delight to wander

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My darling, says Pat to his spouse on his lap

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Mulroony's my name, I'm a comical boy

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Merry gipsies alì are we

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Mr Dip-tallow-chandler and dealer in fat

Major Macpherson heav'd a sigh

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Mid pleasures and palaces 'tho' we may roam

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Ved Grogan dear joy was the son of his mother

Now the rage of battle ended

Not a drum was heard not a funeral note

Now where so fast, a young man said

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O! say can you see by the dawn's early light

Oh! welcome warrior to the soil

Oh! saw ye the lass with the bonny blue e'en

O young Lochinvar is come out of the west

Och! love is the soul of a nate Irishman

Oh! when I breathed a last adieu

Oh what can compare to the huntsman's

One night 'twas at sea in the midst of a storm

Our country is our ship d'ye see

One night came on a hurricane

Our bugles sang truce for the night cloud

Of all the guests a landlord sees

Our vicar still preaches that Peter and Poule

Old Flam was a lawyer so grim

Over port, pipe, or snuff box

One morn whilst I was brewing

Oh listen a while to poor Dickey Scragg

Oh, no! we never mention her

Oh, yes! I love to mention her

Oh! think not I am false as air

Oh! say not woman's love is bought

Oft in the stilly night

Oh! slumber my darling

Oh, swiftly glides the bonny sleigh

Our cot was shelter'd by a wood

Oh, softly sleep my baby boy

Pardon now the bold outlaw

Poor Joe the Marine

Poor Savage compared a lost friend to the eye
Poor Joe the miller lov'd good ale

Pale faces stand by

Pat fell sick upon a time

Roy's wife of Aldivalloch

See Decatur, our hero, returns to the West
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, (Lafayette)
Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled

Strike up! strike up! Scottish minstrels

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Sound Pibroch sound, on each flame-litghed scaur
Silent, Oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water
Swift from the covert the merry pack fled
Stand to your guns my hearts of oak
Sound the alarm! the foe is come
See our oars with feather'd spray

Sleep gentle lady

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Sweet the hour when freed from labor
See yonder cornfield

Said a Fox to a Goose

She is far from the land where her young hero

Soon as the sun his early ray

She walks in beauty like the night

Sweetly on the wings of morning

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There's news from Moidart cam' yestreen

This love how it plagues me young Ellen

The breaking waves dash'd high

"Twas autumn and round me the leaves were

To the sages who spoke, to the heroes who bled

The Hunters of Kentucky

The moon was fair, the skies were clear

The sun has gone down o'er the lofty Benlomond

Tell me are ye sleepin' Maggie

The lovely moon had clim'd the hill

'Twas summer and softly the breezes were blowing

"Twas Paddy O'Flannagan set out one morning

'Twas at the town of nate Clogheen

There's an isle clasp'd by waves

This bleak and chilly morning

The gray eye of morning was dear to my youth

The sun from the east tips the mountains

To the chase, to the chase

The bright rosy morning

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The sailor he fears not the roar of the seas

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The gallant ship was under weigh

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The ship was now in sight of land

The Sailor sighs as sinks his native shore

The wind blew a blast from the northward

Thou art gone from thy lover

The boatswain pipes all hands on board

The sparkling liquor fills the glass

The moon on the ocean was dimm'd by a ripple

'Twas one morn when the wind from the northward152

* 'Twas the girl that Will Watch the bold smuggler 154

The chough and crow

Tom Starboard was a lover true

Thy cruise is over now

The moon was beaming silver bright

The minstrel boy to the war is gone

Though I am now a very little lad

The soldier knows that every ball

They have donn'd their scarlet garb

Thou art come from the spirit's land

"Twas you, sir, 'twas you sir

The glasses sparkle on the board

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The wealthy fool with gold in store

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The sky with clouds was overcast

There was a merry widow, and she was very fat

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The lamps are faintly gleaming love

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The kiss dear maid thy lips have left

To sigh yet feel no pain

To set up a village with tackle for tillage

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The day beam is over the sea

Though dimpled cheeks may give the light

Thou art mine, rose of love

The shadows of eve 'gan to steal o'er the plain

Thine am I my faithful fair

The scene was more beautiful far to my eye

This world is all a fleeting show

To the mountain's wild echo

There is a bloom that never fades

The minstrel's returned from the war

The banners wav'd on the castle walls

That strain proclaims my lover near

'Tis said the joys which childhood knows

The night was dark the winds blew loud

The sea, the sea, the open sea

'Twas on a cliff whose rocky base

'Tis night where strays my muleteer

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They bore him from his barren shore

The sun sets in night and the stars shun the day 305

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'Twas a trumpet's pealing sound

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Unkennet, uncouple the hounds

Upon the hill he turned to take a last fond look

Welcome! welcome! Lafayette

When wild war's deadly blast was blown

Was not Patrick O'Lilt sure a broth of a lad

When I was a boy in my father's mud edifice

When a man that's in service is out of employ

When morning light is gently breaking

While the hunter o'er the mountain

When Sol from the east had illumin'd

When morn 'twixt mountain and the sky

When first he left his native shore

When a boy Harry Bluff

When the drum beats to arms

Whether sailor or not for a moment avast

Whate'er my fate, where'er I roam

Within this shelter'd mossy dell

We roam through the forest and over the mountain 191

With my pipe in one hand and my jug in the other 193

Wine, wine is alone the brisk fountain of mirth 203

William and Jonathan

When I was unmarried alone did I roam

Who bang'd my eyes and crack'd my snout

When in death I shall quiet be found

Where are you going my pretty maid

What a luckless wight am I

Will you come to the bower

When absent from her whom my soul

When William Tell was doom'd to die

Why, oh why, my heart this sadness

Where as dewy twilight lingers

Ye sons of freedom wake to glory
Ye gentlemen and ladies fair

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
Young Jamie lov'd me weel, and ask'd me
Ye banks and braes and streams around
Young Ben he was a nice young man