TYPE |
COUNTRY |
TITLE |
SEQUENCER |
M/L | S | Hark when the night is falling | B. Taylor |
L | E | Hark! the herald angels sing | |
M/L | W | Harlech, raise thy banners o'er us | B. Taylor |
L | I | Have you heard about the big strong man? | |
L | AM | Have you seen him on the corner | |
L | E | Have you seen the old man in the closed down market | |
M/L | AM | He came from his palace grand | B. Taylor |
M/L | E | He promised to buy me a trinket to please me | B. Taylor |
M/L | S | Her eye so mildly beaming, Her look so frank and free | B. Taylor |
M/L | C | Here comes Henry Currie | B. Taylor |
L | E | Here we come a-wassailing among the leaves so green | |
M/L | S | Here's a health to you, bonnie Kellswater | B. Taylor |
M/L | E | Here's a letter to you madam | T. Stephens |
L | E | Here's to the Grimsby lads out at the trawling | B. Taylor |
M/L | E | Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen | B. Taylor |
L | S | High from the Ben a Hayich, | |
L | S | High upon Hielands and low upon Tay | |
M/L | E | Hold thy way, my bonny bairn, | T. Stephens |
M/L | W | Holl amrantau'r sêr ddywedant | B. Taylor |
L | S | How blithe each morn was I tae see | |
M/L | I | How cold the wind do blow, dear love, | T. Stephens |
M/L | E | How many kinds of sweet flowers grow | B. Taylor |
M/L | I | How sweet is to roam by the sunny Shure stream | B. Taylor |
M/L | AM | Hush-a-bye, don't you cry, | T. Stephens |