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!
John Cope
Auld Lang Syne
John Cope
Auld Lang Syne
Peck O Maut
Stay, My Charmer, Can You Leave Me ?
The Bonie Lass Of Albanie
Comin' Thro' The Rye
The Ploughman
John Barleycorn A Ballad
What Will I do Gin My Hoggie Die ?
Up An Waun Them A' Jamie
The Banks O Doon
The Battle Of Sherra-moor
Fete Champetre
Dainty Davie
Am Strande
Hey Tuti Tatey
A Man's a Man For All That (Is There For Honest Poverty)
Carl An The King Come