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No sounds of labour vexed the quiet air
Not to be captious: not unjustly fight
Now departs day's garish light
O' a' the rants, o' a' the reels
O Allister McAllister
O Charlie is my darling
O dinna forget, lassie, dinna forget
O gin my love were yon red rose
O God who metest in Thine hand
O Kenmure's on and awa', Willie
O lady fair these silks of mine
O lintie, blythe-voiced I intie
O pateo tulis aras cale fel O
O Scotia! land of hill and dell
O sweet is Nature's quiet hour
O! the French are on the say
O Y R U so I C cold
Observe what wisdom shines in that decree
O'er economy some have such perfect command
Oh, could I find from day to day
Oh, firm as oak, and free from care
Oh, for a last look before I die
Oh, for the dreamless rest of those
Oh, nane I trow in a' the earth
Oh, she was bright and fair to see
Oh! stop not here ye sottish wights
Oh! tell me, mother, said a fair young child
Oh! they looked upward in every place
Oh, Thou who hast Thine altar made
Oh, 'tis a touching thing to make one weep
Oh, 'tis all one to me, all one
Oh, waken up, my darlin'—my Dermot, it is day
Oh! what a beautiful bit of mortality
Old Orpheus played so well
On a smooth grassy knoll by the murmuring shore
On earth, while onward Time doth roll
On Ettrick's banks in a summer night
On his deathbed poor Lubin lies
On Life's wild ocean, sorrowful and pained
On princely Kenilworth's romantic site
On Summer's breast the hawthorn shines
On the bank of a river was seated one day
On this cold flinty rock
Once did my thoughts both ebb and flow
Once more, thou radiant star.
Once on a time, a little French marquis
Once on a time, a son and sire we're told
One day Good-bye met How-d'ye-do
One eve of beauty when the sun
Only waiting till the shadows