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O born in days when wits were fresh and clear

O Brignall banks are wild and fair ....

O England is a pleasant place for them that's rich and

high

Of Nelson and the North

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend

Oft in the pleasant summer years. .

O have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde

O how comely it is, and how reviving ....

O joy of creation ........

O Mary, at thy window be

Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee.

On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred and

ninety-two. .

Othere, the old sea-captain

Our English archers bent their bowes .... O Venice ! Venice ! when thy marble walls. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west.

Pibroch of Donuil Dhu

Ruin seize thee, ruttless King

Should auld acquaintance be forgot .... Simon Danz has come home again .... Stern Daughter of the Voice of God .... Still the song goeth up from Gunnar, though his harp

to earth be laid

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright ....

Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind ..... The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold The boy stood on the burning deck ....

The breaking waves dashed high

The captain stood on the carronade : ' First Lieutenant,' says he

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