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Air I. An old woman clothed in gray, etc.
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Air II. The bonny gray-eyed morn, etc.
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Air III. Cold and raw, etc.
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Air IV. Why is your faithful slave disdained? etc.
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Air V. Of all the simple things we do, etc.
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Air VI. What shall I do to show how much I love her, etc.
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Air VII. Oh London is a fine town.
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Air VIII. Grim king of the ghosts, etc.
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Air IX. O Jenny, O Jenny, where hast thou been.
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Air X. Thomas, I cannot, etc.
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Air XI. A soldier and a sailor.
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Air XII. Now ponder well, ye parents dear.
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Air XIII. Le printems rapelle aux armes.
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Air XIV. Pretty parrot, say—
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Air XV. Pray, fair one, be kind—
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Air XVI. Over the hills and far away.
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Air XVII. Gin thou wert mine awn thing—
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Air XVIII. O the broom, etc.
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Air XIX. Fill every glass, etc.
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Air XX. March in Rinaldo, with drums and trumpets.
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Air XXI. Would you have a young virgin, etc.
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Air XXII. Cotillon.
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Air XXIII. All in a misty morning, etc.
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Air XXIV. When first I laid siege to my chloris, etc.
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Air XXV. Courtiers, courtiers, think it no harm, etc.
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Air XXVI. A lovely lass to a friar came, etc.
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Air XXVII. ’Twas when the sea was roaring, etc.
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Air XXVIII. The sun had loosed his weary teams, etc.
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Air XXIX. How happy are we, etc.
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Air XXX. Of a noble race was Shenkin.
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Air XXXI.
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Air XXXII. London ladies.
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Air XXXIII. All in the Downs, etc.
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Air XXXIV. Have you heard of a frolicksome ditty, etc.
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Air XXXV. Irish trot.
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Air XXXVI.
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Air XXXVII. Good-morrow, gossip Joan.
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Air XXXVIII. Irish howl.
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Air XXXIX. The lass of Patie’s Mill, etc.
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Air XL. If love’s a sweet passion, etc.
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Air XLI. South-Sea ballad.
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Air XLII. Packington’s Pound.
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Air XLIII. Lillibullero.
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Air XLIV. Down in the north country, etc.
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Air XLV. A shepherd kept sheep, etc.
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Air XLVI. One evening, having lost my way, etc.
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Air XLVII. Now Roger, I’ll tell thee because thou ’rt my son.
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Air XLVIII. O Bessy Bell.
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Air XLIX. Would fate to me Belinda give.
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Air L. Come, sweet lass.
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Air LI. The last time I went o’er the moor.
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Air LII. Tom Tinker’s my true love.
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Air LIII. I am a poor shepherd undone.
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Air LIV. Ianthe the lovely, etc.
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Air LV. A cobler there was, etc.
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Air LVI. Bonny Dundee.
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Air LVII. Happy groves.
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Air LVIII. Of all the girls that are so smart.
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Air LIX. Britons strike home.
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Air LX. Chevy Chase.
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Air LXI. To old Sir Simon the King.
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Air LXII. Joy to great Caesar.
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Air LXIII. There was an old woman.
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Air LXIV. Did you ever hear of a gallant sailor.
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Air LXV. Why are mine eyes still flowing.
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Air LXVI. Green sleeves.
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Air LXVII. All you that must take a leap, etc.
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Air LXVIII. Lumps of pudding, etc.