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Comin thro the Rye

• Gin a body meet a body, Comin Thro the Rye,
• Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body cry?
• Refrain
• Every lassie has her laddie, Nane, they say,
  hae I
• Yet a the lads they smile on me, When comin
  thro the Rye.
• Gin a body meet a body, Comin frae the toon,
• Gin a body greet a body, Need a body froon?
• Among the train there is a swain, I dearly love
  mysel
• But whats his name, or wheres his hame, I
  did-na choose to tell.

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Auld Lang Syne

• Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never
  brought to min?
• Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of
  auld lang syne?
• Refrain
• For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang
  syne,
• Well tak a cup o kindness yet, For auld
  lang syne.
• We twa hae run aboot the braes And pud the
  gowans fine.
• Weve wandered mony a weary fit, Sin auld lang
  syne.
• We twa hae paiddled in the burn, Frae morning sun
  till dine,
• But seas between us braid hae roared, Sin auld
  lang syne.
• And theres a hand, my trusty fiere, And gies a
  hand o thine
• Well tak a right guid willie waught, For auld
  lang syne.

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The Bluebells of Scotland

• Oh where, tell me where, is your highland laddie
  gone?
• Oh where, tell me where, is your highland laddie
  gone?
• Hes gone with streaming banners where
  noble deeds are done,
• And its oh! in my heart I wish him safe at
  home.
• Hes gone with streaming banners where noble
  deeds are done,
• And its oh! in my heart I wish him safe at
  home.
• Oh where, tell me where, did your highland laddie
  dwell?
• Oh where, tell me where, did your highland laddie
  dwell?
• He dwelt in bonnie Scotland where bloom the
  sweet bluebells,
• And its oh! in my heart I love my laddie
  well.
• He dwelt in bonnie Scotland where bloom the
  sweet bluebells,
• And its oh! in my heart I love my laddie
  well.
• Oh what, tell me what does your Highland laddie
  wear?
• Oh what, tell me what does your Highland laddie
  wear?
• A bonnet with a lofty plume and on his
  breast a plaid,
• And its oh! in my heart I love my Highland
  lad.
• A bonnet with a lofty plume and on his breast a
  plaid,
• And its oh! in my heart I love my Highland
  lad.

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Annie Laurie

• Maxweltons braes are bonnie, Where early fas
  the dew,
• And its there that Annie Laurie Gave me her
  promise true.
• Gave me her promise true, Which neer forgot will
  be,
• And for bonnie Annie Laurie Id lay me doon and
  dee.
• Her brow is like the snowdrift, Her neck is like
  the swan,
• Her face it is the fairest, That er the sun
  shone on.
• That er the sun shone on. And dark blue is her
  ee,
• And for bonnie Annie Laurie Id lay me doon and
  dee.

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Massas in de Cold, Cold Ground

When de autumn leaves were falling, When de days
were cold, Twas hard to hear old massa
calling, Cayse he was so weak and old. Now de
orange trees am blooming On de sandy shore. Now
de summer days am coming, Massa nebber calls no
more. Massa made de darkeys love him, Cayse he
was so kind, Now dey sadly weep above
him, Mourning cayse he leave dem behind. I cannot
work befoe tomorrow, Cayse de tear drops flow, I
try to drive away my sorrow Pickin on de old
banjo.
Round the meadows am aringing, De darkeys
mournful sound, While de mocking bird am
singing, Happy as de day am long. Where de ivy am
acreeping, Oer de grassy mound, Dare old massa
am asleeping, Sleeping in de cold, cold ground.
Refrain Down in de
corn field, Hear dat mournful
sound, All de darkeys am aweeping,
Massas in de cold, cold ground.
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Old Black Joe, 1860

• Gone are the days when my heart was young and
  gay,
• Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away,
• Gone from the earth to a better land I know,
• I hear their gentle voices calling Old Black Joe.
  
• Chorus
• Im coming, Im coming, for my head is
  bending low,
• I hear their gentle voices calling Old Black
  Joe.
• Why do I weep, when my heart should feel no pain,
• Why do I sigh that my friends come not again?
• Grieving for forms now departed long ago.
• I hear their gentle voices calling Old Black Joe.

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Londonderry Air

• Would God I were the tender apple blossom
• That floats and falls from off the twisted bough,
• To lie and faint within your silken bosom,
• Within your silken bosom as that does now!
• Or would I were a little burnishd apple,
• For you to pluck me, gliding by so cold,
• While sun and shade your robe of lawn will
  dapple,
• Your robe of lawn, and your hairs spun gold.
• Yea would to God I were among the roses
• That lean to kiss you as you float between,
• While on the lowest branch a bud uncloses,
• A bud uncloses, to touch you, Queen.
• Nay, since you will not love, would I were
  growing,
• A happy daisy in the garden path
• That so your silver foot might press me going,
• Might press me going---even unto death!

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Danny Boy

• Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are
  calling,
• From glen to glen and down the mountain side.
• The summers gone and all the roses fallin.
• Tis you, tis you must go and I must bide.
• .
• Refrain
• But come ye back when summers in the
  meadow.
• Or when the valleys hushed and white
  with snow.
• Tis Ill be here in sunshine or in
  shadow.
• Oh, Danny Boy, O, Danny Boy, I miss you
  so.
• But if ye come, when all the flowers are
  dying?
• If I am dead, as dead I well may be
• Yell come and find the place where I am lying
• And kneel and say an Ave there for me

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Scotland the Brave

• Hark, when the night is falling, Hear, hear the
  pipes are calling
• Loudly and proudly calling, Down through the
  Glen.
• Theres where the hills are sleeping, Now feel
  the blood a-leaping
• High as the spirits,Of the old highland men.
• Chorus
• Towering in gallant fame, Scotland my
  mountain hame
• High may your proud standards, Gloriously
  wave!
• Land of my high endeavor, Land of the
  shining river
• Land of my heart forever, Scotland the
  brave!

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Loch Lomond

• By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes,
• Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
• Where me and my true love were ever wont to be,
• On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
• Oh, you'll take the high road, and I'll
  take the low road,
• And I'll be in Scotland afore ye
• But me and my true love will never meet
  again,
• On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch
  Lomond.
• I mind where we parted in yon shady glen,
• On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
• Where in deep purple hue the Highland hills we
  view,
• And the moon coming out in the gloaming.
• The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring,
  
• And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,
• But the broken heart will ken no second spring
  again,
• And the world does not know how we are greeting.

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Amazing Grace John Newton 1779
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound! That saved a
wretch like me! I once was lost, but now I am
found Was blind, but now I see. Twas grace
that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears
relieved How precious did that grace appear!
The hour I first believed. Through many
dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come
Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And
grace will lead me home. Amazing grace! how
sweet the sound! That saved a wretch like me I
once was lost, but now I am found Was blind,
but now I see.