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Robert Burns - Comin Thro The Rye
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Robert Burns - The Deidly Wars Are Past And Gane
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Robert Burns - What Will I do Gin My Hoggie Die ?
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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 - Auld Lang Syne
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Robert Burns - Bonie Lesley
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Robert Burns - Duncan Gray
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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 - John Cope
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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 - My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose
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Robert Burns - My Peggy's face
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Robert Burns - No Churchman Am I
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Robert Burns - O, Mally's Meek
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Robert Burns - Parcel O' Rogues
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Robert Burns - Raving Winds
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Robert Burns - The Birks Of Aberfeldie
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Robert Burns - The Chevalier's Lament
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Robert Burns - The Ranting Dog
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Robert Burns - Theniel Menzies Bonie Mary
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Robert Burns - Thou Lingering Star
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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 - We Are Anchored By The Roadside, Jim
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Robert Burns - Where Helen Lies
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Robert Burns - Ye Hae Lien Wrang, Lassie
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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 - 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 - 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 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, 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 - Musing On The Roaring Ocean
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Robert Burns - My Wife's a Wanton Wee Thing
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Robert Burns - O Dear Minny, What Shall I do ?
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Robert Burns - On a Bank Of Flowers
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Robert Burns - Peck O Maut
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Robert Burns - Peggy Alison
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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 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 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 Silver Tassie
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Robert Burns - There Was a Lad
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Robert Burns - Tibbie Dunbar
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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're Geyly Yet
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Robert Burns - Westlin Winds
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Robert Burns - When Wild War's Deadly Blast
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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
John Cope
Robert Burns
Yet ne'er a rebel he cam naur,
Until he landed at Dunbar
Right early in a morning.
CHORUS
Hey Johnie Cope are ye wauking yet,
Or are ye sleeping I would wit:
O haste ye get up for the drums do beat,
Of fye Cope rise in the morning.
He wrote a challenge for Dunbar,
Come fight me Charlie an ye daur;
If it be not by the chance of war
I'll give you a merry morning.
When Charlie look'd the letter upon
He drew his sword and scabbard from-
"So Heaven restore to me my own,
I'll meet you, Cope, in the morning."
Cope swore with many a bloody word
That he would fight them gun and sword,
But he fled frae his nest like an ill scar'd bird,
And Johnie he took wing in the morning.
It was upon an afternoon,
Sir Johnie march'd to Preston town;
He says, "my lads come lean you down,
And we'll fight the boys in the morning."
But when he saw the Highland lads
Wi' tartan trews and white cokauds,
Wi' swords and guns and rungs and gauds,
O Johnie he took wing in the morning.
On the morrow when he did rise,
He look'd between him and the skies;
He saw them wi' their naked thighs,
Which fear'd him in the morning.
O then he flew into Dunbar,
Crying for a man of war;
He thought to have pass'd for a rustic tar,
And gotten awa in the morning.
Sir Johnie into Berwick rade,
Just as the devil had been his guide;
Gien him the warld he would na stay'd
To foughten the boys in the morning.
Says the Berwickers unto Sir John,
O what's become of all your men,
In faith, says he, I dinna ken,
I left them a' this morning.
Says Lord Mark Car, ye are na blate,
To bring us the news o' your ain defeat;
I think you deserve the back o' the gate,
Get out o' my sight this morning.
