I gaed up to Dunse,
To warp a wab o' plaiden,
At his daddie's yet,
Wha met me but Robin!
ch. Robin shure in hairst,
I shure wi' him:
Fient a heuk had I,
Yet I stack by him.
Was na Robin bauId,
Tho' I was a cotter ?
Play'd me sic a trick,
An me the Eller's dochter!
Robin promis'd me
A' my winter vittle:
Fient haet he had but three
Guse-feathers and a whittle!
Parcel O' Rogues
Peck O Maut
John Cope
The Ranting Dog
On a Bank Of Flowers
A Pint o Wine
The Battle Of Sherra-moor
Carl An The King Come
Jamie, Come Try Me
O Dear Minny, What Shall I do ?
Dainty Davie
Am Strande
Craigieburn Wood
To The Weaver's Gin Ye Go
We Are Anchored By The Roadside, Jim
The Campbells Are Comin
Comin Thro The Rye
Where, Braving Angry Winter's Storms
John Barleycorn A Ballad
Musing On The Roaring Ocean