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- Loch Lomond
Whither away, my bonnie, bonnie May
So late and so far in the gloamin'
The mist gathers grey o'er muirland and brae
Oh! whither alane art thou roamin'
I trysted my ain love the night in the broom
My Ranald wha loves me sae dearly
For the morrow he marches for Edinburgh toon
- Moaning
Moanin' never did nae good
Nae good, naw
Moaning never did nae good
Moanin' never did nae good
Nae good, naw
Moanin' never did nae good
A man, he came tae me wi' coal