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There are three score and ten o' us, . 'f t , . . 547
There are two ponny maitens, . . . . 409
There cam a young man to my daddie's door, . . 334
There grows a bonnie briar bush, .... 439
There lived a carle on Kellyburnbraes, . . . 623
There lived a man into the west, .... 424
There lives a landart laird in Fife, .... 602
There's a lad in this town has a fancy for me, . . 663
There's auld Rob Morris, 323
There's braw braw lads on Yarrow braes, . . 327
There's cauld kail in Aberdeen, .... 276
There's fouth o' braw Jockies and Jennies, . . 656
There's kames o' hinnie 'tween my love's lips, . . 498
There's news, lasses, news, ..... 642
There's nought but care on every hand, . . . 326
There's some say that we wan, .... 408
There was an auld wife had a wee pickle tow, . . 249
There was anes a May, and she loo'd na men, . .321
There was a jollie beggar, and a-begging he was bound, 358
There was a jolly miller once, ..... 505
There was a lass, and she was fair, . . . 599
There was a lass, they ca'd her Meg, . . . 369
There was a wee wifikie, . . . . .316
There was a wife wonned in Cockpen, . . . 644
The Rover of Lochryan he's gane, .... 626
The tears I shed must ever fall, .... 536
The sun is sunk, the day is gone, .... 559
The sun has gane down on the lofty Ben Lomond, . 634
The smiling morn, the breathing spring, . . .417
The silver moon's enamoured beam, . . .319
The weary pund, the weary pund, . . . .561
The widow can bake, and the widow can brew, . 551
The wren scho lyes in care's bed, .... 583
The yellow-haired laddie, . . . . .311
They say that Jockey'll speed weel o't, . . . 555
Thine am I, my faithful fair, . . . . .601
This night is my departing night, .... 528
Though for seven lang years and mair, . . . 560
Thou hast left me ever, Jamie, . . . . .313
Thou lingering star w^ith lessening ray, . . . 289
Thou'rt gane awa', thou'rt gane awa', . . . 509
Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue, .... 307
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, 425
'Tis nae very lang sinsyne, . . . . .615

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