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Gura mise tha fo éislean Moch sa mhaduinn is mi g'éirigh Sèist: Ò hì shiùbhlainn leat Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho Ailein Duinn, ò hì shiùbhlainn leat Ma 's e 'n cluasag dhuit a ghaineamh Ma 's e leabaidh dhut an gheamainn Ma 's e 'n t-iasg do...

Ally, bally, ally bally bee, Sittin' on yer mammy's knee Waitin' for a wee penny Tae buy mair Coulter's candy. Mammy gimme ma thrifty doon Here's auld Coulter comin' roon Wi' a basket on his croon Sellin' the Coulter's candy Ally, bally, ally bally bee, Sitt...

Should auld acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot And auld lang syne? R: For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll take a cup of kindness yet For days auld lang syne We twa hae run about the braes An...

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond. Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae, On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. R: Oh ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road, And I'll be in Sco...

My Bonnie lies over the ocean My Bonnie lies over the sea My Bonnie lies over the ocean Oh bring back my Bonnie to me Bring back, bring back Bring back my Bonnie to me, to me Bring back, bring back Bring back my Bonnie to me Last night as I lay on my pillow...

The king sits in Dunfermline toun, Drinkin' the bluid red wine '0 whaur will I get a skeely skipper, To sail this ship o' mine?' Then up and spak an eldern knicht, Sat at the king's richt knee, 'Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor, That ever sail'd the sea....

Late at e'en, drinking the wine, And ere they paid the lawing, They set a combat them between, To fight it in the dawing. "Oh, stay at hame, my noble lord, Oh, stay at hame, my marrow! My cruel brother will you betray On the dowie houms of Yarrow." "Oh, fare...

A far croonin' is pullin' me away As take I wi' my cromack to the road. The far Coolins are puttin' love on me As step I wi' the sunlight for my load. R: Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles. If it...

There was a wee Cooper wha lived in Fife, Nickety, Nackety, noo, noo, noo, And he has gotten a gentle wife, Hey Willy Wallacky, hoo John Dougal, A lane, quo'Rushity, roue, roue, roue. She wadna bake, nor she wadna brew, Nickety, Nackety, noo, noo, noo, For th...