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Harry Clarrie.
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I'm going to marry Harry, sweetest little harry Clarrie
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Harry Dale The Drover.
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The stony ridges across the rolling plains
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Haul On The Bowline (f)
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Haul the bowline, the fore and maintop bowlin'
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Haul The Bowline
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Haul the bowline, the bonny ship's a-rolling
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Heenan & Sayers.
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Come all you lovers of the fisticuff, and give attention to my song
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Heenan & Sayers. 
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You ranting lads and fighting boys, come listen to my song
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Help The Goaled
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At this hour when the plutes dictate
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Here's To The Tree Of Life.
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Here's to the tree of life, long may it grow
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Hermit (Pilgrim of Love).
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A hermit who dwelt in the solitude crossed me
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Heroes of the Fire Brigade
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There's a cheer and a shout, as the men rush out
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Holy Dan.
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P
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Home On The Range
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Off-times at night with the stars shining bright
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Home Rule For Ireland.
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You sons of Erin's Isle, just listen for a while
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Honeymoon Song (Bald-Headed End of the Broom).
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Oh love it is a very funny thing
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Horse Racing
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Hark! The bells are ringing, to the paddocks let's away
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Horse Racing Ditty.
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Oh, stop the horses or I'm ruined
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How Gilbert Died.
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There never was stone at the sleeper's head
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Hurrah for the Life of a Stockman
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Pass around the pannikin, merry let us be
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Hush A-Bye Radar.
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Hush a bye radar, up in the sky
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Hustling Hinkler.
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Hustling Hinkler up in the sky
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