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Come away, come, sweet love!
Come, brethren, don't grow weary
Come bustle, bustle, drink about
Come, gentle twilight, come
Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire
Come home
Come lassies and lads, get leave of your dads
Come, Leila, fill the goblet up
Come, lovely, gentle peace of mind
Come, my brother, nearer, nearer
Count not the days that have idly flown
Come pledge me! see the sparkling glass
Dark clouds are hurrying through the sky
Dear Bums, unkind I lo'e your lays
Dear girl, I send my love to thee
"Dear Mary," said the poor blind boy
Dear mother, your anger to soften
Death at a cobbler's door oft made a stand
Death is a fisherman—the world we see
Deep! I own I start at shadows
Delightful hour of sweet repose
Each rising charm the boundless stream bestows
Emblem of Him that made thee, source of light
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade
Ever lovely and benign
Faint and listless in its cradle
Fairer than thee, beloved!
Fare thee well, thou fitful dream
Farewell, my auld, an' trusty frien'
Farewell to a' our Scottish fame
Father of all, eternal mind
Father of all I Eternal mind
Father of love and power
Father, Thy will, not mine, be done
Feathered lyric! warbling high
Five hundred dollars I have saved
Fly postman, with this letter run
Forester! leave thy woodland range
Forth from his cell of frost hoar Winter comes
Fortune men say doth give too much to many
Four-and-twenty groomsmen all in a row
Frank Hayman once, a brother of the brush
Frequently whining, and always repining
From universal suffrage some
Frozen to death, so young and fair