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Gently blow and stir the fire
Gently, gently, fall sweet sleep
George King to King George makes his humble petition
Gin I had a wee house, and a canty wee fire
Give out, give out thy silken folds
Go when the morning shineth
God is good, each perfumed flower
God of my sires! yon arch of blue
Half-unbelieving doth my heart remain of its great woe
Happy and free are a married man's reveries
Hail, and farewell, thou lovely guest
Hark! hear ye the sounds that the winds on their pinions
Hark! in the vale I hear the evening song
Hark! the hollow woods resounding
Harness me down with your iron bands
Hasten, love! the sun hath set
Have you any work for a tinker, mistress?
Have you sailed on the breast of the deep
He comes not—I have watched the moon go down
He left his native land and far away
Heard ye e'er o' our gudeman
Heard ye those loud contending waves
Heart gazing mournfully
Hence all ye vain delights
Here awa', there awa', here awa', Willie!
Here I come creeping, creeping, everywhere
Here in the grave there lies a Cave
Here lies a spotless child, profane one such
Here lies John Sullen; and it is God's will
Here lies one who for medicines would not give
Here lies the body of poor Frank Bowe
Here lies the man for aught we know
Here musing on the busy quay
Here's to the King, sir
fley the bonnie, how the bonnie
High quivering in the air, as shadows fly
High on the bare bleak hills the shepherd lies
His head is cold, his head is low
Ho! ye that thirst approach the spring
Hodge, a poor honest country lout
Hodge held a farm, and smiled content
How blest is he whose tranquil mind
How drear and awful is this solitude
How lovely is this silent scene
How lovely shines the liquid pearl
How now Joky—whither awaye?—
How oft enchanted have I stood
How painfully pleasing the fond recollection
How stands the glass around
How still and deep is the awful sleep