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.-
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