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POPULAR SONGS OF ALL NATIONS.



KEEP IN DE MIDDLE OB DE ROAD.*

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your hack on dis world ob sin. Knock at de door an* dey'll let you in, Kase

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EVENING SONG TO THE VIRGIN.

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UNIVERSITY SONG.

(GAXTDEAMUS.)



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Vivat membnim quodlibet»
Vivant membra quaellbet,
Semper sint in flore.

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Faciles, formossel
Vivant et mulieres,
Tenerse, amabiles,
Bonse laboriotte.



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£t qui illam regit,
Vival nostra civitas,
Msecenatum caritas.
Quae not hie protegit

7. Pereat tristitia,
Pereanl osores,
Pereat diabolus,
Quivis antiburscbiii%
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WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH TOWN.

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The pipes played loud and clear;

And a' the folk cam' rinnin' out
To meet the Chevalier.

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Wi' Hieland bonnets on their heads.
And claymores bright and clear,

They cam' to fight for Scotland's right.
And th^ young Chevalier.

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They've left Aeir bonnie Hieland hills,
Their wives and baimies dear,

To draw the sword for Scotland's Lord,
The young Chevalier.

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