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!
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 ?
Am Strande
The Ploughman
A Man's a Man For All That (Is There For Honest Poverty)
The Banks O Doon
Fete Champetre
The Deidly Wars Are Past And Gane
Auld Lang Syne
Dainty Davie
Eppie Adair
We Are Anchored By The Roadside, Jim
Ye Banks and Braes O'Bonnie Doon
My Love Is Like a Red, Red Rose
Where, Braving Angry Winter's Storms