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D.
Dumbarton's drums beat bonny - O
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

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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 little arts

234 Farewell, my bonny, witty, pretty Maggy

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

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

365 False tho' she be to me and love

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G.
Gin ye meet a bonny laffie
Gi’e me a lass with a lump of land
Go, go, go, go falsest 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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H.
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 How happy is the rural clown

186 -How shall I be sad 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 state does the miller pofess

322 How bleft are beggar-lasses Having spent all my time

353 How pleasant a sailor's life passes

364 Happy the world in that blest age

385 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
I will awa' wi' my love

63 Focky said to Jeany, Jeany, wilt thou dot

70 In winter when the rain rain'd cauld

105 It was the charming month of May

119 If love's a sweet passion why does it torment I 24 In January lait

128 I toss and tumble thro' the night

140 I have a green purse and a wee pickle gowd

Yocky

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Jocky met with Jenny fair

176 Jocky fou, Jenny fain

178 I was anes a well tocher'd lass

191 1 yield, dear lafie, you have won

201 I'll range around the shady bowers

254 In this grove my Strepbon walkt

272 Jolly mortals, fill your glasses

293 I'll fail upon the dog-star

296 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 I heaven, its bleffings to augment In yonder town there wops a May I'll fing you a ditty, and warrant it true 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 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 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,

18 Leave kindred and friends, sweet Betty

28 Lafie, lend me your braw hemp heckle

34 Lave's goddess in a myrtle grove

43 Love never more shall give me pain Late in an evening forth I went

III 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

319 Licile fyrene of the stage

375 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 Yocky 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

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March, march
My Patie is a lover gay
My Jeamy and I have toild

150 My foger laddie have

195 My Peggy is a young thing

198 My days have been so wondrous free

229 Maiden fresh as a rose

240 My friend and I

248 My Chloe, why do ye light me

271 My dear miaress has a heart

296 May the ambitious ever find My goddess Lydia, beavenly fair

302 My dearet maid, fince you desire

375 Man may escape from rope and gun

420 My love was fickle once and changing

N.
Nansy to the green wood gane
Now wat ye wha I met yeftreen

61 Now the fun's gane out o' light

73 Now Phoebus advances on high

92 Now spring 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.
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 Belly 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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wha's chat 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
o dear Peggy, love's beguiling
Of all the girls that are so smart
Oh love! if a god thou wilt be
On a bank befide a willow
Oh lead me to some peaceful gloom
Oh lead me to fome 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
O my heart! my heavy, heavy heart
O grant me, kind Bacchus
Of Leifter, fam'd for maidens fair,
One Sunday after mass
Of all the torment, all the care

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