Poems that can loosely be called ballads.
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Ave Caesar, morituri te salutamus
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I’ll take my harp upon my knee,
And sing of Finn, and Tara’s hall -
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There’s a pub of great renown at the back of Forfar town
Where my auld pal Jock MacAuley did his drinking.
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52 lines, 45 comments, on Feb 14 5:06 AM. In Ballad
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82 lines, 24 comments, on Jul 27 12:21 AM. In Folk song
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