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Wha wadnae be in love

When Britain first at Heaven's command
When first I came to be a man

When I hae a saxpence under my thumb
When I upon thy bosom lean

When Napoleon was flying

When o'er the hill the eastern star

When Peggy and I were acquaint

When summer comes, the swains on Tweed

When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame

When Sappho struck the quivering wire
When the rough north forgets to howl

When trees did bud, and fields were green
When wild war's deadly blast was blawn
Where Thames, along the daisied meads
While fops in soft Italian verse
While with fond rapture and amaze

While with her white and nimble hands
Why hangs that cloud upon thy brow

Why weep ye by the tide, ladie

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Will ye gae to the ewe-bughts, Marion
Will ye gang o'er the lea-rig

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