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Dear Roger, if your Jenny geck
Duty and part of reason
Despairing beside a clear stream
Do not ask me, charming Phillis
Diogenes surly and proud
Damon, if you will believe me
Did ever swain a nymph adore
Daphnis stood pensive in the shade
Dear Chloe, while thus beyond measure
Dear Colin, prevent my warm blushes

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F. Fy let us a' to the bridal

82 Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean For the sake of somebody Fair, sweet and young, receive a prize

184 Fair Iris and her swain

232 Fie!. Liza, scorn the litele arts

234 Farewell, my bonny, witty, pretty Maggy

250 From rofy bowers, where sleeps the god of love 256 From grave lessons and restraint

284 Fair Amoret is gone astray From White's and Will's Flutt'ring (pread thy purple pinions

365 Falfe tho' the be to me and love

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G.
Gin ye meet a bonny lassie
Gi'e me a lass with a lump of land
Go, go, go, go falseft of thy sex begone
Gently touch the warbling lyre
Gently Itir and blow the fire
Good madam, when ladies are willing
Good people, draw near

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How sweetly smells the fimmer green
Hear me, ye nymphs, and every swain
Hearken, and I will tell you how

7 How blyth ilk morn was ļ to see

13 Happy's the love which meets return

62 Have you any pots or pans

96 Honest man John Ochiltree

125 How happy is the rural clown

186 -How shall I be fad when a husband I hae

201 Hid from himself now by the dawn

203 Here are people and sports

268 How happy are we

280 Here's a health to the king, and a lafting peace 291 He that will not merry merry be

292 Hark how the trumpet sounds to battle

303 He, who for ever

309 How happy a ftate does the miller pofess How bleft are beggar-laffes Having spent all my time

353 How pleasant a failor's life paffes

364 Happy the world in that blest age Hark! away, 'cis the merry ton'd horn

393 How happy are we

424 Hey! my kitten, a kitten

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I.
Is Hamilla then my own
In vain, fond youth, thy tears give o'er
In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain

42 I will awa' wi' my love

63 Jocky said to Jeany, Jeany, wilt thou do's 70 In winter when the rain rain'd cauld

105 It was the charming month of May

119 If love's a sweet pallion why does it torment 124 In January lait

128 I tofs and tumble thro' the night

140 I have a green purse and a wee pickle gowd 168

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Jocky met with Jenny fair

176 Jocky fou, Jenny fain I was anes a well tocher'd lass

191 I yield, dear laflie, you have won

201 I'll range around the shady bowers

254 In this grove my Strephon walkt

272 Jolly mortals, fill your glasses

293 I'll fail upon the dog.ftar If the be not kind as fair

306 In spite of love at length I've found.

307 It was in and about the Martinmas time

343 I thank thee, my friend I have been in love, and in debt, and in drink 368 I once was a poet at London

374 If heaven, its blessings to augment. In yonder town there wops a May I'll fing you a ditty, and warranc it true

385 I had a heart, that now does heartless gae

405 In ancient times, in Britain's ise

409 If Phillis denies me relief

416 If love the virgin's heart invade

br 4176 If you at an office sollicit your due

421 I hate the coward tribes

434 In pimps and politicians

437 I am a poor maiden forsaken

444 ré K. Kindly, kindly, thus my treasure

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L.. Let's be jovial, fill our glaffes

6 Look where my dear Hamilla smiles, Leave kindred and friends, sweet Betty

28 Lafie, lend me your braw hemp heckle

34 Love's goddess in a myrtle grove

43 Love never more shall give me pain

55 Late in an evening forth I went

ill Let meaner beauties use their art

109 Last Sunday at St. James's pray'rs

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Love, thou art the best of human joys 242
Let soldiers fight for prey or praise

250 Leave off your foolish prating

253 Leander on the bay

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Little fyrene of the stage
Let's drink, my friends, while here we live 413
Let us drink and be merry, dance joke and rejoice 424
Let matters of state

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M.
My Jocky blyth for what thou has done

59 My mither's ay gloran o'er me

62 My sweetest Muy, let love incline thee

70 My dear and only love, I pray

1025 March, march

!34: My Patie is a lover gay

134 My Jeamy and I have toild

156 My foger laddie

195 My Peggy is a young thing

198 My days have been to wondrous free

229 Maiden fresh as a rose

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My friend and I
My Cbloe, why do ye flight me
My dear mitress has a heart
May the ambitious ever find
My goddess Lydia, heavenly fair
My dearet maid, fince you desire
Man may escape from rope and gun
My love was fickle once and changing

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Nansy to the green wood gane
Now wat ye wha I met yeltreen

61 Now the sun's gane out o' fight

73 Now Phæbus advances on high

92 Now (pring begins her smiling round Now all thy virgin-sweets are mine

173 Now from rufticity, and love

205 Now God be wi' old Symon

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O lovely maid ! how dear's thy pow'r
O Bell, thy looks have kill'd my heart
O Sandy, why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn
O Bell Bell and Mary Gray
Of race divine thou needs muft be
O Mary, thy graces and glances
O fleer her up and had her gawn'
O mither dear, I gin to fear
Of all the birds whose tuneful throats
One day I heard Mary say
O come away, come away
O had
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O wha's that at my chamber door
Over the mountains

waly, waly up the bank
O virgin kind ! we canna tell
O Jeany, Jeany, where has thou been
Odcar Peggy, love's beguiling
Of all the girls that are so smart
Oh love ! if a god thou wilt be
On a bank beside a willow
Oh lead me to some peaceful gloom
Oh lead me to some peaceful room
Of all comforts I miscarried
Oh! the charming month of May
"One evening as I lay
One long Whitsun holy-day
One April morn, when from the sea
O surprising lovely fair
On a bank

of flowers
Oh! happy, happy grove
On Etrick banks, in a summer's night
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