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
John Cope
Peck O Maut
John Cope
The Bonie Lass Of Albanie
The Ranting Dog
O Dear Minny, What Shall I do ?
The Ploughman
A Man's a Man For All That (Is There For Honest Poverty)
Fete Champetre
The Deidly Wars Are Past And Gane
Auld Lang Syne
Dainty Davie
Am Strande
Eppie Adair
Ye Banks and Braes O'Bonnie Doon
My Love Is Like a Red, Red Rose
Where, Braving Angry Winter's Storms
John Barleycorn A Ballad
Parcel O' Rogues