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How strange is life, how changeful time!

How swift the pinions Time puts on

I A. B. do declare

I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary aftenwhiles

I am old and blind

I ask not wealth;—the glittering toy

I beheld a golden portal in the visions of my slumber

I courted a fair maid for many a long day

I dreamt one night, not many months ago

I hae nae kith, I hae nae kin

I had a hat—it was not all a hat

I hate the very name of box

I have no mother! for she died

I have ships that went to sea

I heard that negro on his lowly bed

I knew a boy whose infant feet had trod

I knew my father's chimney top

I love to gaze upon the face

I love to sit upon some steep

I love to steal a while away

I mean to be a soldier

I met twa cronies late yestreen

I said to Sorrow's awful storm

I saw a maid let fall a tender tear

I see she flies me everywhere

I see the white sails of thy ship

I sing the Doers of the Word

I stood amid the glittering throng

I think it was a Persian king

I wish I were a little bird

If this delicious grateful flower

If upright souls in heaven are blest

If you cannot on the ocean

I'll gang nae mair to yon town

I'll prove the word that I have made my theme

I'll sing you a good old song

I'm a tough true-hearted sailor

I'm coming along with a bounding pace

I'm utterly sick of this hateful alliance

In a certain fair island, for commerce renowned

In a fair lady's heart once a secret was lurking

In a valley obscure, on a bank of green shade

In ancient times as songs rehearse

In Anster, long since, in the shire of Fife

In Broad Street Buildings on a winter's night

In debt, deserted, and forlorn

In earlier days, in happier hours

In glowing terms I would this day indite

In good King Charles' golden days

In hope a king doth go to war