O where hae ye been, Lord Ronald, my son?
O where,hae ye been, Lord Ronald, my son?
I hae been wi' my sweetheart, mother, make my bed soon;
For I'm weary wi' the hunting, and fain wad lie down.
What got ye frae your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?
What got ye frae your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?
I hae got deadly poison, mother, make my bed soon;
For life is a burden that soon I'll lay down.-
John Cope
Auld Lang Syne
John Cope
Auld Lang Syne
Stay, My Charmer, Can You Leave Me ?
Peck O Maut
The Bonie Lass Of Albanie
Comin' Thro' The Rye
The Ploughman
Up An Waun Them A' Jamie
The Battle Of Sherra-moor
Dainty Davie
What Will I do Gin My Hoggie Die ?
A Man's a Man For All That (Is There For Honest Poverty)
The Banks O Doon
Fete Champetre
Carl An The King Come
Jamie, Come Try Me
O Dear Minny, What Shall I do ?
On a Bank Of Flowers