Green sleeves and tartan ties
Mark my true love where she lies;
I'll be at her or she rise,
My fiddle and I thegither,-
Be it by the chrystal burn,
Be it by the mill-white thorn,
I shall rouse her in the morn,
My fiddle and I thegither.-
Auld Lang Syne
John Cope
John Cope
Auld Lang Syne
Up An Waun Them A' Jamie
Stay, My Charmer, Can You Leave Me ?
Peck O Maut
Carl An The King Come
The Ploughman
What Will I do Gin My Hoggie Die ?
We Are Anchored By The Roadside, Jim
The Bonie Lass Of Albanie
The Battle Of Sherra-moor
When Wild War's Deadly Blast
O Dear Minny, What Shall I do ?
Dainty Davie
Am Strande
Ye Banks and Braes O'Bonnie Doon
My Love Is Like a Red, Red Rose
Hey Tuti Tatey