The Lincolnshire poacher
Lowlands
I once loved a girl
She moved thro' the fair
The seven little pigs
O speak then my love
Le veritable amour
The unfortunate troubadour
The reaper's ghost
On a miser
On an old woman
Go 'way, old man
The wife wrapped in wether's skin
Where are you going, my good old man?
No hiding place.