| Young Hunting |
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| Since First I Saw Your Face |
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| That Ever I Saw |
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| Jesus Make Up My Dying Bed |
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| She Promised She'd Meet Me |
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| Alone retired in my native cell |
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| Rare Willie Drowned in Yarrow; or, The Water o Gamrie |
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| The King's Own Regulars |
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| She whose matchless beauty staineth |
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| Jeremy Hobbler |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem