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In reverend guise this ancient pile survey
In schools of wisdom all the day was spent
In simple times when simple folks
In slumbers of midnight the sailor-hoy lay
In the east the shadows deepen
In the halls of Pompeii resounded the song
In the palace, in the cottage
In vain I lament what is past
In vast and boundless solitude he stands
Iron was his chest
Is solitude a burden to thy soul
It has been my lot in foreign lands
It is enough for crime to once begin
It is May! It is May!
It is not that I cannot see.
It is not youth can give content
It is the hour when winds and waves
It is their summer haunt:—a giant oak
It should be brief, if lengthy, it will steep
It was a' for our richtfu' king
It was about the feast of Christmas-tide
It was merry once in England
It's of a young lord o' the Hielands
It's very hard you must admit
I've been among the mighty Alps
I've pleasant thoughts which memory brings
I've plodded through life's weary way
I've ploughed my land, and sown it too
I've lost my friend, my dog, and wife
I've wandered far from thee, mother
Jack eating mitey cheese did say
Jack Dash, in town a first-rate beau
Jenny is poor, and I am poor
Jerusalem's curse was not fulfilled in me
Jocky said to Jenny, "Jenny wilt thou wed?"
Joe Wood, he was a carpenter
John Davidson and Tib his wife
Johnny", man, ye're gaun to dwall
Jolly shepherd, shepherd on a hill
Just as a mother with sweet pious face
Keep pushing—'tis wiser than sitting aside
Keep silence lest the rocks in thunder fall
Kind Peggy kissed her husband with these words
Knell of departed years!
Know'st thou the land where the hardy green thistle