Here's one I sing as the last one. It's probably mutated somewhat from the way I first learned it:

When the rude wintry wind nightly reigns round our dwelling,
And the roar of the wind o'er the night breeze is swellin',
So merrily we'll sing as the storm rambles o'er us,
'til the dear shielding ring with a light and lilting chorus.
Will you go,lassie, go...

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