TYPE |
COUNTRY |
TITLE |
SEQUENCER |
| L | I | 'T was down by Christ Church that I first met Annie | |
| M/L | S | Tae the lairds i' convention t'was Claverhouse spoke | B. Taylor |
| M/L | S | Tak the buckles frae your shoon, my bonnie lassie o | |
| L | S | Tell me o' lands o' the Orient gay! | |
| M/L | AM | Tenbrooks was a bay horse, had a long, shaggy mane | B. Taylor |
| M/L | W | The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly 'tis speaking | B. Taylor |
| L | E | The boar's head in hand bear I | |
| M/L | S | The bonniest lass that ye meet neist | B. Taylor |
| L | S | The Bonny Earl of Murray | |
| L | I | The bright sun a-shining and blue skies a-pining | |
| M/L | E | The cruel war is raging, Johnny has to fight | B. Taylor |
| M/L | E | The Cuckoo's a pretty bird, (Midi 2) | B. Taylor |
| L | C | The day I was shipwrecked and cast upon the shore | |
| M/L | S | The day thou gavest, Lord, is ended | B. Taylor |
| M/L | S | The deil cam fiddlin thro' the town | Unknown |
| M/L | S | The Diamond is a ship, my lads, for the Davis Strait she's bound, | R. Clarke |
| L | E | The first Noel, the angel did say, | |
| L | I | The Garden of Eden has vanished, they say | |
| L | S | The Isle of Mull is of the Isles the fairest, | |
| M/L | E | The Keeper would a-hunting go | B. Taylor |
| M/L | S | The Laird O' Cockpen, he's proud and he's great, | L. Nelson |
| M/L | S | The Laird of Rosslyn's daughter walked through the wood her lane. | T. Stephens |
| M/L | W | The land of my fathers is dear unto me | B. Taylor |
| M/L | S | The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want | B. Taylor |
| M/L | E | The love that I have chosen was to my heart's content. | T. Stephens |
| L | S | The maid gaed tae the mill ae nicht | |
| M/L | I | The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone | B. Taylor |
| L | S | The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae, | |
| L | AM | The name is Francis Tolliver. | |
| L | S | The nicht is wearin' tae the wane | |
| M/L | I | The night being dark and very cold, | B. Hicks |
| M/L | E | The night that I enlisted | T. Stephens |
| L | I | The noble and the brave have departed from our shore | |
| M/L | I | The pale moon was rising above the green mountain | B. Taylor |
| M/L | S | The piper came to out town, | B. Taylor |
| M/L | S | The ploughman he's a bonny lad | T. Stephens |
| L | C | The pond behind our house is wide, | |
| L | S | The provost's aye daughter was making her lane | |
| L | C | The ship, one morning, weighed her anchor, | |
| M/L | S | The sky was clear, the morn was fair | B. Taylor |
| M/L | S | The stars are shining cheerily, cheerily | B. Taylor |
| M/L | C | The stormy scenes of winter incline to frost and snow | B. Taylor |
| M/L | S | The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond | B. Taylor |
| M/L | C | The sun was setting in the west | B. Taylor |
| M/L | E | The trees they do grow high, | T. Stephens |
| M/L | W | The violet and the primrose too | B. Taylor |
| L | I | The violets were scenting the woods, Maggie | |
| M/L | E | The water is wide, I cannot get o'er, (Midi 2) | B. Taylor |
| M/L | E | The water is wide, I can't cross o'er | B. Taylor |
| M/L | S | The week before Easter, the day being fair | T. Stephens |
| M/L | E | The whistling gypsy came over the hill, | B. Taylor |
| M/L | I | The wind doth blow today my love | T. Stephens |
| M/L | AM | The years creep slowly by, Lorena | B. Taylor |
| L | C | The, gay raftsmen, Oh, where are they? | |
| M/L | S | Then gie the lass her fairin' lad | R. Clarke |
| M/L | I | Then stick to the Cratur the best thing in nature | Unknown |
| M/L | S | There cam' a man tae oor toon, | L. Nelson |
| M/L | I | There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet | B. Taylor |
| L | S | There lived a knight in Jesuitmont | |
| L | S | There lived a lady in Scotland | |
| M/L | S | There lived a lady in the North | T. Stephens |
| L | C | There on yonder mountains, who is forlorn? | |
| L | S | There once was a man, and for beggin' he was bound | |
| M/L | S | There once was a troop o' Irish Dragoons | R. Clarke |
| M/L | S | There shall I visit the place of my birth. | B. Taylor |
| L | C | There was a bonny dame, | |
| M/L | E | There was a fair maid of Islington | B. Taylor |
| L | C | There was a farmer living in town, | |
| M/L | AM | There was a farmer's son, | T. Stephens |
| M/L | C | There was a gallant ship from the northern counteree, | J. R. Davis |
| M/L | E | There was a jolly miller once | B. Taylor |
| M/L | E | There was a knight both young and fair, | B. Taylor |
| M/L | E | There was a knight was drunk with wine (Midi 2) | B. Taylor |
| L | AM | There was a lady and a lady gay, | |
| M/L | S | There was a lady in the north, | T. Stephens |
| L | S | There was a lass and a bonnie lass | |
| L | I | There was a lord who lived in this town | |
| L | S | There was a rich merchant wha lived in Strathdinah. | |
| M/L | S | There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier | B. Taylor |
| L | S | There was a wee Cooper wha lived in Fife, | |
| M/L | AU | There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Duggan was his name | Alan Sim |
| L | C | There was a young captain who followed the sea | |
| L | I | There was an old man down by Killieburn Braes | |
| L | C | There was an old woman who had no bairns. | |
| L | I | There was an old woman who lived in the wood, | |
| L | S | There was four and twenty nobles stood at the king's ha' | |
| M/L | E | There were seven gypsies all in a gang, | T. Stephens |
| L | S | There were three gypsies a' in a row | |
| L | I | There were three young gypsies came to our hall door, | |
| M/L | E | There were two lofty ships, from old England came | T. Stephens |
| M/L | I | There's a colleen fair as May | B. Taylor |
| M/L | S | There's a farmer up in Cairnie, | A. Sim |
| L | S | There's a good old Scottish custom that has stood the test o'time, | |
| L | I | There's a nice wee lass and her name's Mary Mack | |
| M/L | C | There's a place in Vancouver you all know so well | B. Taylor |
| M/L | AM | There's a yellow rose of Texas | B. Taylor |
| L | I | There's lilt in the song I sing there's laughter and love | |
| M/L | S | There's many a man of the Cameron clan | B. Taylor |
| L | S | There's meadows in Lanark and mountains in Skye, | |
| L | S | They came in a blizzard, we offered them heat | |
| L | S | They snool me sair, and haud me down, | |
| M/L | E | They told me last night | B. Taylor |
| M/L | S | Think on Scotland's ancient heroes | Alan Sim |
| L | AM | This song was composed by Irving the Rover | |
| L | S | Though the nicht be dark as dungeon | |
| M/L | E | Three maidens a-milking did go | T. Stephens |
| M/L | E | Three pretty maidens a-rushing they went, | T. Stephens |
| M/L | C | 'Tis a long time from you I've been waiting | B. Taylor |
| M/L | I | 'Tis of a brave young highwayman this story I will tell | L. Nelson |
| M/L | E | Tom Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend me your grey mare | B. Taylor |
| M/L | E | Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's Day, | T. Stephens |
| L | S | Twa recruiting sergeants came fra the Black Watch | |
| M/L | I | 'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman | B. Taylor |
| M/L | I | 'Twas down the glen one Easter morn (Midi 2) | J. R. Davis |
| M/L | AM | 'Twas in eighteen hundred and fifty-three | B. Taylor |
| M/L | E | 'Twas in eighteen hundred and fifty-three | B. Taylor |
| M/L | C | 'Twas in the moon of wintertime | B. Taylor |
| L | S | Twas on a bonnie simmer's day, | |
| M/L | S | Twas on a Monday morning | Unknown |
| M/L | E | 'Twas on a Monday morning | B. Taylor |
| M/L | AM | 'Twas on one bright March morning | B. Taylor |
| M/L | I | 'Twas pretty to be in Ballinderry, | B. Taylor |
| L | S | Two pretty boys were goin' tae the school | |
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