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Robert Burns - Auld Lang Syne
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Robert Burns - Comin Thro The Rye
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Robert Burns - My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose
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Robert Burns - A Man's a Man For All That (Is There For Honest Poverty)
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Robert Burns - A Pint o Wine
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Robert Burns - A Waukrife Minnie
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Robert Burns - Am Strande
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Robert Burns - Awa' Whigs Awa'
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Robert Burns - Blythe Was She
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Robert Burns - Bonie Lesley
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Robert Burns - Carl An The King Come
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Robert Burns - Cauld Frosty Morning
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Robert Burns - Craigieburn Wood
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Robert Burns - Dainty Davie
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Robert Burns - Duncan Gray
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Robert Burns - Eppie Adair
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Robert Burns - Fete Champetre
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Robert Burns - Five Carlins
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Robert Burns - Frae The Friends And Land I Love
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Robert Burns - Green Sleeves
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Robert Burns - Hey Tuti Tatey
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Robert Burns - Highland Mary
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Robert Burns - I Love My Love in Secret
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Robert Burns - I Maun Hae a Wife
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Robert Burns - I Sing Of A Whistle
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Robert Burns - I'll Mak You Be Fain To Follow Me
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Robert Burns - Jamie, Come Try Me
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Robert Burns - John Barleycorn A Ballad
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Robert Burns - John Cope
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Robert Burns - John, Come Kiss Me Now
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Robert Burns - Jumpin John
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Robert Burns - Kissing My Kate Merry Hae I Been
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Robert Burns - Laddie, lie near me
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Robert Burns - Lady Onlie
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Robert Burns - Lord Ronald
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Robert Burns - Mary Morison
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Robert Burns - Musing On The Roaring Ocean
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Robert Burns - My Peggy's face
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Robert Burns - My Wife's a Wanton Wee Thing
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Robert Burns - No Churchman Am I
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Robert Burns - O Dear Minny, What Shall I do ?
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Robert Burns - O, Mally's Meek
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Robert Burns - On a Bank Of Flowers
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Robert Burns - Parcel O' Rogues
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Robert Burns - Peck O Maut
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Robert Burns - Peggy Alison
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Robert Burns - Raving Winds
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Robert Burns - Robin Shure In Hairst
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Robert Burns - Stay, My Charmer, Can You Leave Me ?
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Robert Burns - The Banks O Doon
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Robert Burns - The Battle Of Sherra-moor
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Robert Burns - The Birks Of Aberfeldie
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Robert Burns - The Bonie Lass Of Albanie
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Robert Burns - The Campbells Are Comin
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Robert Burns - The Captain's Lady
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Robert Burns - The Chevalier's Lament
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Robert Burns - The Deidly Wars Are Past And Gane
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Robert Burns - The Dusty Miller
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Robert Burns - The Humors of the Glen
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Robert Burns - The Lass O' Ballochmyle
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Robert Burns - The Ploughman
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Robert Burns - The Ranting Dog
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Robert Burns - The Silver Tassie
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Robert Burns - Theniel Menzies Bonie Mary
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Robert Burns - There Was a Lad
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Robert Burns - Thou Lingering Star
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Robert Burns - Tibbie Dunbar
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Robert Burns - To Daunton Me
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Robert Burns - To The Weaver's Gin Ye Go
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Robert Burns - Up An Waun Them A' Jamie
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Robert Burns - Up And Warn A'willie
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Robert Burns - Up In The Morning Early
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Robert Burns - We Are Anchored By The Roadside, Jim
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Robert Burns - We're Geyly Yet
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Robert Burns - Westlin Winds
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Robert Burns - What Will I do Gin My Hoggie Die ?
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Robert Burns - When Wild War's Deadly Blast
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Robert Burns - Where Helen Lies
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Robert Burns - Where, Braving Angry Winter's Storms
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Robert Burns - Whistle Oer The Lave Ot
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Robert Burns - Ye Banks and Braes O'Bonnie Doon
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Robert Burns - Ye Hae Lien Wrang, Lassie
Five Carlins
Robert Burns
They fell upon a scheme,
To send a lad to London town,
To bring them tidings hame.
Not only bring them tidings hame,
But do their errands there;
And aiblins gowd and honor baith
Might be that laddie's share.
There was Maggie by the banks o Nith,
A dame wi pride eneugh;
And Marjorie o' the Monie Lochs,
A carlin auld and teugh.
And Blinkin Bess of Annandale,
That dwelt near Solway-side;
And Brandy Jean, that took her gill,
In Galloway sae wide.
And Black Joan, frae Crichton-Peel,
0' gipsy kith an kin:
Five wighter carlins were na found
The South countrie within.
To send a lad to London town,
They met upon a day;
And monie a knight, and monie a laird,
This errand fain wad gae.
0, monie a knight, and monie a laird,
This errand ain wad gae;
But nae ane could their fancy please,
0, ne'er a ane but tway!
The first ane was a belted Knight,
Bred of a Border band;
And he wad gae to London Town,
Might nae man him withstand.
And he wad do their errands weel,
And meikle he wad say;
And ilka ane at London court
Wad bid to him Guid-day.
The neist cam in a Soger youth
And spak wi' modest grace;
And he wad gang to London Town,
If sae their pleasure was
He wad na hecht them courtly gifts,
Nor meikle speech pretend;
But he wad hecht an honest heart
Wad ne'er desert his friend.-
Now wham to chuse, and wham refuse,
At strife thir Carlins fell;
For some had Gentle Folk to please,
And some wad please themsel.-
Then up spak mim-mou'd Meg o'Nith,
And she spak up wi'pride,
And she wad send the Sodger-lad
Whatever might betide.-
For the Auld Gudeman o'London Court,
She didna care a pin;
But she wad send the Sodger-lad,
To greet his eldest son.-
Then started Bess of Annandale,
A deadly aith she's taen,
That she wad vote the Border-knight,
Tho' she should vote her lane.-
'For far-off fowls hae feathers fair,
'And fools o' change are fain;
'But I hae try'd this Border-knight,
'I'll try him yet again.
Says black Jan frae Crighton-peel,
A Carlin stoor and grim;
"The Auld Gudeman, or the Young Gudeman,
For me may sink or swim."
"For fools will prate o' Right and Wrang,
While knaves laugh them to scorn;
But the Solder's friends hae blawn the best,
So he shall bear the horn."
Then Brandy Jean spak o'er her drink,
Ye weel ken, kimmers a',
The Auld Gudeman o'. London Court,
His back's been at the wa':
And mony a friend that kiss'd his caup,
Is now a fremit wight;
But it's ne'er be sae wi' Brandy Jean,
We'll send the Border-knight.'
Then slaw rase Marjory o' the lochs,
And wrinkled was her brow;
Her ancient weed was russet-grey,
Her auld Scots heart was true.-
There's some Great Folk set light by me,
I set as light by them;
But I will send to London town
Whom I lo'e best at hame.'-
So how this weighty plea may end,
Nae mortal wight can tell:
God grant the king, and ilka man,
May look weel to themsel.-