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TYPE	COUNTRY	TITLE	SEQUENCER
M/L	E	Was in the merry month of May	B. Taylor
M/L	E	Wassail! wassail! all over the town,	Unknown
M/L	AM	We are a band of brothers and native to the soil	B. Taylor
M/L	E	We are the D-Day Dodgers,	Unknown
M/L	E	We three kings of Orient are:	Unknown
M/L	E	We were homeward bound one night on the deep	B. Taylor
M/L	C	We were homeward bound one night on the deep	B. Taylor
L	I	Wee Willie John McFadden was a loyal Ulster Prod
L	S	Wee Willie Winkie rins thro' the toun.
M/L	W	Wele goelcerth wen yn fflamio	B. Taylor
M/L	W	Wele'n sefyll rhwng y myrtwydd	B. Taylor
L	I	Well Eileen Orr, O that's me darlin's name is
L	I	Well if you've got a wing-o, take her up to Ring-o
L	E	Well met, well met, my own true love	B. Taylor
M/L	AM	Well met, well met,"" said an old true love."	T. Stephens
L	I	Well there's four of us who share the room, we work hard for the brass
L	I	Well, there was an old woman from Wexford
L	S	We're all met t'gither
M/L	E	Were I laid on Greenland's coast	B. Taylor
L	S	We're no awa' tae bide awa'
M/L	S	Were you ever in Quebec?	B. Taylor
M/L	S	What care we though white the Minch is?	B. Taylor
M/L	E	What child is this, who, laid to rest,	Unknown
L	I	What did I have said the fine old woman
M/L	E	What shall we do with a drunken sailor? (Midi 2)	B. Taylor
M/L	I	What's the news what's the news oh my bold chevalier	T. Stephens
M/L	S	Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad?	B. Taylor
L	E	When blindness did guide me, I left my abode
L	AM	When boyhood's fire was in my blood
M/L	E	When Britain first, at Heaven's command	B. Taylor
L	E	When Christ was born of Mary free,
M/L	AM	When first I came to Louisville some pleasure there to find	B. Taylor
M/L	E	When first in this country, a stranger, I came,	T. Stephens
M/L	C	When first my darling came a-courting me	B. Taylor
M/L	E	When I was a bachelor, I liv'd all alone	B. Taylor
L	S	When I was a lad, a tiny wee lad
M/L	I	When I was a little lad and so me mother told me,	Alan Sim
L	S	When I was a miller in Fife,
L	I	When I was a wee thing, I heard my mother say
L	AM	When I was a young man and never been kissed
M/L	AU	When I was a young man I carried my pack	Unknown
M/L	AM	When I was apprenticed in London	T. Stephens
M/L	E	When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire	B. Taylor
M/L	S	When I was no but sweet sixteen,	T. Stephens
M/L	E	When I was single I wore a black shawl.	T. Stephens
M/L	E	When I was young I was well beloved	T. Stephens
M/L	S	When I'm lonely dear white heart	B. Taylor
M/L	I	When Irish eyes are smiling,	J. Huff
M/L	AM	When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah!	B. Taylor
M/L	E	When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food	B. Taylor
L	S	When she was only sixteen year
M/L	AM	When the blackbird in the spring	B. Taylor
L	E	When the calendar brings in the cuckoo
L	S	When the King's son came along
M/L	AM	When the sun goes back and the first quail calls	B. Taylor
M/L	I	When, like the dawning day,	B. Taylor
M/L	AM	Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots?	B. Taylor
M/L	S	Where ha' ye been a' the day?	B. Taylor
M/L	E	Where have you been my long lost love	T. Stephens
M/L	E	Where the bee sucks, there lurk I	B. Taylor
L	S	Where the heather bells are blooming just outside Granny's door,
M/L	I	While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo	B. Hicks
M/L	AM	While shepherds kept their watching	B. Taylor
M/L	E	While shepherds watched their flocks by night,	Unknown
M/L	E	Who killed Cock Robin?	Unknown
L	I	Who will plough the fields all day and who will thrash the corn?
M/L	S	Why weep ye by the tide, ladye?	B. Taylor
L	S	Wi' a hundred pipers, a' a', an' a',
M/L	S	Will ye gang tae the hielands, Leezie Lindsay,"	B. Taylor
L	S	Will ye go tae Sheriffmuir,
L	I	Will you come to the bower o'er the free boundless ocean
M/L	E	Will you come with me, my Phyllis dear	B. Taylor
L	S	Will you go to Flanders, my Mally-o?
M/L	I	With fife and drum he marched away	T. Stephens
L	C	Within a well, there came a flea,
M/L	W	Wyt ti'n hoffi dyri, Derwydd?	B. Taylor

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