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.-
Stay, My Charmer, Can You Leave Me ?
John Cope
Auld Lang Syne
Up An Waun Them A' Jamie
John Cope
Auld Lang Syne
Peck O Maut
The Battle Of Sherra-moor
The Bonie Lass Of Albanie
Hey Tuti Tatey
The Banks O Doon
Carl An The King Come
Am Strande
The Ploughman
What Will I do Gin My Hoggie Die ?
Dainty Davie
My Love Is Like a Red, Red Rose
Where, Braving Angry Winter's Storms
John Barleycorn A Ballad
Fete Champetre