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TYPE	COUNTRY	TITLE	SEQUENCER
M/L	C	O Canada! Our home and native land	B. Taylor
M/L	C	O Canada! Terre de nos aieux	B. Taylor
L	E	O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
M/L	S	O come a' ye tramps and hawker-lads	B. Taylor
M/L	E	O come you wilful young men and hear what I shall tell,	T. Stephens
L	E	O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
L	E	O come, O come, Emmanuel,
M/L	S	O flower of Scotland	B. Taylor
L	S	O gaily sings the lark,
M/L	W	O gentle dove with wings so blue	B. Taylor
M/L	S	O gin I had a bonny ship,	T. Stephens
M/L	E	O God, our help in ages past	B. Taylor
L	E	O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
L	S	O hush thee my baby! thy sire was a knight!	B. Taylor
M/L	E	O I will put my ship in order,	T. Stephens
L	S	O I'll lay ye doon, love, I'll treat ye decent
M/L	E	O Johnny, Johnny, but love is bonny,	T. Stephens
M/L	E	O little town of Bethlehem,	Unknown
M/L	S	O my love is like a red, red rose	B. Taylor
M/L	I	O Paddy dear, and did ye hear the news that's goin' round?	B. Taylor
L	C	O Peggy Gordon, You are my darling
M/L	E	O Polly love, O Polly love, the route it is begun,	T. Stephens
M/L	S	O rattlin' roarin ' Willie	B. Taylor
L	S	O sing to me the auld Scotch sangs
L	E	O sisters too,
M/L	E	O take me in your arms, love	B. Taylor
M/L	S	O the summer time has come	B. Taylor
L	E	O the times are hard and the wages low,
M/L	AM	O the vlosa law ih Bort Lawriga	T. Stephens
M/L	S	O wha my babie-clouts will buy,	T. Stephens
M/L	E	O what's the matter with you my lass	T. Stephens
M/L	E	O where are you going to, my fair, pretty maid,	T. Stephens
M/L	S	O where have you been, Lord Randal, my son?	T. Stephens
M/L	S	O Willy's rare and Willy's fair	T. Stephens
L	S	O yonder he stands, and there he gangs,
L	S	O, Kenmure's on and awa, Willie,
L	AM	O, sweet is the vale where the Mohawk gently glides
L	S	'O, where live ye, my bonnie lass,
M/L	S	October winds lament around the castle of Drumore	B. Taylor
M/L	S	Of all the maids of fair Scotland,	T. Stephens
M/L	I	Oh all the money that e're I spent	Unknown
M/L	I	Oh Bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand	B. Taylor
M/L	I	Oh Bridgit O’Malley, you left my heart shaken	B. Taylor
L	S	Oh come all ye tramps and hawkers lads ye gatherers oblaw
M/L	I	Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling	B. Taylor
M/L	AM	Oh fare you well, my own true love.	T. Stephens
L	C	Oh farewell, my own true love!
M/L	AM	Oh father dear, I oft-times hear you speak of Erin's isle	B. Taylor
M/L	I	Oh father dear, I oft-times hear you speak of Erin's isle	B. Taylor
L	I	Oh have you been to Avondale and lingered in her lovely vale
L	I	Oh here I am from Paddy's land a land of high renown	B. Taylor
M/L	S	Oh I'll gie you a dress o' red.	A. Sim
M/L	S	Oh I'll tak' my plaidie contented tae be	B. Taylor
M/L	I	Oh list' to the tale of a poor Irish harper	B. Taylor
M/L	I	Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight	B. Taylor
M/L	S	Oh my love she's but a lassie yet	B. Taylor
M/L	I	Oh please ne'er forget me though waves now lie o'er me	B. Taylor
M/L	I	Oh Roger the ploughboy, he is a dashing blade	Unknown
M/L	S	Oh rowan tree, Oh rowan tree, thou'lt aye be dear tae me;	L. Nelson
M/L	I	Oh see the fleet foot hosts of men,"	T. Stephens
L	E	Oh she was a lass from the low country
L	S	Oh so you, bonnie Leslie,
M/L	E	Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird	B. Taylor
L	S	Oh the Dean o' Westminster wis a powerful man,
L	E	Oh the holly and the ivy,
L	I	Oh well, who wouldn't be a sailor lad a sailin' on the main,
L	S	Oh wha will lace my shoes sae sma'
M/L	S	Oh where and oh where is your Highland laddie gone? (Midi 2)	B. Taylor
M/L	E	Oh where are you going said Milder to Moulder	B. Taylor
M/L	E	Oh where have you been all the day	B. Taylor
M/L	S	Oh where, tell me where is your highland laddie gone?	B. Taylor
L	C	Oh! come, sit down close to me, my dear,
M/L	E	Oh! Slumber, my darling, thy sire is a knight	B. Taylor
L	S	Oh! the auld hoose, the auld hoose,
L	S	Oh, a lassie sat milkin' her faither's kye
M/L	I	Oh, a wan cloud was drawn o'er the dim weeping dawn	B. Taylor
L	C	Oh, bring me back the girl I love, the girl I love.
L	E	Oh, bring us a figgy pudding;
M/L	S	Oh, can ye sew cushions and can ye sew sheets?	B. Taylor
L	S	Oh, do you see yon shepherds,
M/L	AM	Oh, give me a home, where the buffalo roam	B. Taylor
M/L	AM	Oh, I had a sister Sally, was younger than I am,	T. Stephens
M/L	AM	Oh, I went down south for to see my Sal	B. Taylor
M/L	AM	Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton	B. Taylor
M/L	AM	Oh, I'm a good old Rebel	B. Taylor
M/L	C	Oh, it being in the month of August, eighteen hundred and thirty-three	B. Taylor
L	I	Oh, it happened one evening at the playing of ball	B. Taylor
L	C	Oh, Johnny was my true love's name as you can plainly see,
M/L	C	Oh, Lukey's boat is painted green	B. Taylor
L	I	Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep
M/L	AM	Oh, my golden slippers am laid away	B. Taylor
M/L	AM	Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you	B. Taylor
L	S	Oh, there're sober men and plenty,
M/L	C	Oh... this is the place where the fishermen gather	B. Taylor
L	C	Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
M/L	S	On New Year's eve in Glasgow town (Midi 2)	Unknown
L	I	On Raglan Rad of an autumn day I saw her first and knew
M/L	E	On Richmond Hill there lives a lass	B. Taylor
M/L	C	On St. Patrick's Day, the seventeenth,	B. Taylor
M/L	E	On the banks of the Allen Water	B. Taylor
L	I	On the banks of the roses, my love and I sat down
L	E	On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
M/L	I	On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six	B. Hicks
M/L	C	On Tuesday morning we marched out	B. Taylor
M/L	E	Once I had a hawk, and a pretty grey hawk.	T. Stephens
L	S	Once our valleys were ringing
L	C	One day in December, I'll never forget,
M/L	C	One evening for pleasure I rambled	B. Taylor
M/L	S	One Hogmany at Glesca' Fair,	T. Stephens
M/L	I	One morning early I walked forth	B. Taylor
L	C	One morning I awoke at dawn.
M/L	E	One night Polly Oliver lay musing in bed,	B. Taylor
M/L	I	One night upon my rambles two miles below Fermoy	T. Stephens
L	S	Oor wee school's a good wee school,
L	E	Open the door softly
M/L	W	Os wyt ti yn bur i mi	B. Taylor
M/L	E	Our captain calls all hands,	T. Stephens
M/L	I	Our troop was made ready at the dawn of the day	R. Clarke
L	C	Over an Ocean, and Over a Sea
M/L	W	Over Eryri the setting sun flashes	B. Taylor
M/L	C	Over hills and far off mountains	B. Taylor
M/L	S	Over hillways up and down	B. Taylor
M/L	I	Over in Killarney	B. Taylor

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