A' the lads o Thornie-bank,
When they gae to the shore o' Bucky,
They'll step in an' tak a pint,
Wi Lady Onlie, honest lucky.
ch. Lady Onlie, honest lucky,
Brews guid ale at shore o' Bucky:
I wish her sale for her guid ale,
The best on a' the shore o Bucky!
Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean-
I wat she is a dainty chuckie,
And cheery blinks the ingle-gleede
O Lady Onlie, honest lucky.
Auld Lang Syne
Stay, My Charmer, Can You Leave Me ?
Up An Waun Them A' Jamie
John Cope
Auld Lang Syne
John Cope
Peck O Maut
The Battle Of Sherra-moor
The Ploughman
The Bonie Lass Of Albanie
What Will I do Gin My Hoggie Die ?
Carl An The King Come
O Dear Minny, What Shall I do ?
Hey Tuti Tatey
Where, Braving Angry Winter's Storms
The Banks O Doon
When Wild War's Deadly Blast
Dainty Davie
Am Strande
We Are Anchored By The Roadside, Jim