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
John Cope
Auld Lang Syne
Up An Waun Them A' Jamie
Stay, My Charmer, Can You Leave Me ?
Peck O Maut
Carl An The King Come
The Ploughman
The Bonie Lass Of Albanie
What Will I do Gin My Hoggie Die ?
We Are Anchored By The Roadside, Jim
The Battle Of Sherra-moor
When Wild War's Deadly Blast
O Dear Minny, What Shall I do ?
Dainty Davie
Am Strande
Ye Banks and Braes O'Bonnie Doon
My Love Is Like a Red, Red Rose
Hey Tuti Tatey