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... thee My dear and only love , I pray March , march My Patie is a lover 433 59 62 102 131 134 gay My Jeany and I have toil'd 156 My fodger laddie 195 My Peggy is a young thing 198 My days have been fo wond'rous free 229 Maiden fresh as a ...
... thee My dear and only love , I pray March , march My Patie is a lover 433 59 62 102 131 134 gay My Jeany and I have toil'd 156 My fodger laddie 195 My Peggy is a young thing 198 My days have been fo wond'rous free 229 Maiden fresh as a ...
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... thee , fweet - heart 261 See , firs , fee here a doctor rare » 269 Selinda fure's the brightest thing y 282 Some fay women are like the fea 285 Since we die by the help of good wine Shall I wafting in despair S much I love thee , O ...
... thee , fweet - heart 261 See , firs , fee here a doctor rare » 269 Selinda fure's the brightest thing y 282 Some fay women are like the fea 285 Since we die by the help of good wine Shall I wafting in despair S much I love thee , O ...
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... ye's get a pickle , With a fal , dal , & c . A kilnfu of corn I'll gi'e to thee , Three foums of fheep , twa good milk ky , Ye's ha'e the wadding dinner free ; Troth I dow do no mair . Content , quo ' he , a bargain be't . SONG S.
... ye's get a pickle , With a fal , dal , & c . A kilnfu of corn I'll gi'e to thee , Three foums of fheep , twa good milk ky , Ye's ha'e the wadding dinner free ; Troth I dow do no mair . Content , quo ' he , a bargain be't . SONG S.
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A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and English Allan Ramsay. To thee , celeftial maid , fecure With Cupid's bow , and Pallas ' fhield ! If then to thee fuch pow'r is given , Let not a wretch in torment live , But fmile , and learn to ...
A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and English Allan Ramsay. To thee , celeftial maid , fecure With Cupid's bow , and Pallas ' fhield ! If then to thee fuch pow'r is given , Let not a wretch in torment live , But fmile , and learn to ...
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... thee I've treafur'd up my joy , Thou canst give blifs , or blifs deftroy : And thus I've bound myself to love , While blifs or misery can move . O fhould I ne'er poffefs thy charms , Ne'er meet my comfort in thy arms ; Were hopes of ...
... thee I've treafur'd up my joy , Thou canst give blifs , or blifs deftroy : And thus I've bound myself to love , While blifs or misery can move . O fhould I ne'er poffefs thy charms , Ne'er meet my comfort in thy arms ; Were hopes of ...
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Alake auld baith beauty Becauſe beſt bleft blifs bluſhes blyth bofom bonny breaſt Broom of Cowdenknows charms chearful Chloe cou'd cry'd dear defire delight derol deſpair drink e'er ev'ry eyes faft faid fair fcorn feek feven fhall fhepherd fhine fhould fighs filly fince fing firft fleep fmiles foft fome foon forrow foul fpring frae ftill fuch fwain fweet grace green hame happy heart highland laddie houſe Invermay Jeany Jenny kifs laddie lady laffie lafs laft lov'd lover maid maun merry morning muft muſt nae mair ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pain Peggy pleaſe pleaſure praiſe rife Rob Morris rofe ſhall ſhe ſmile SONG ſpeak ſweet tell thee thefe theſe thofe thou thouſand treaſure Tune Twas vows wawking Whilft Whofe wife wine wou'd Yarrow young
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