| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Of a' the airts the wind can blow (fl) |
3-4 |
6 |
| Ye banks and braes, and streams around (fl) |
5-6 |
4 |
| Ye banks and braes of bonny doon (fl) |
6-7 |
4 |
| My Peggy is a young thing (fl) |
7-8 |
4 |
| What beauties does Flora disclose (fl) |
9-10 |
4 |
| Blythe, blythe, and merry was she (fl) |
10-11 |
6 |
| Behind yon hills where Lugar flows (fl) |
11-12 |
8 |
| Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue (fl) |
13-14 |
4 |
| O whistle, and I'll come to you my lad (fl) |
14-15 |
3 |
| 'Twas in that season of the year (fl) |
15-16 |
4 |
| O whar hae ye been a' day, my boy Tommy? (fl) |
17-18 |
7 |
| Shepherds, I have lost my love (fl) |
18-19 |
4 |
| When first I saw my Mary's face (fl) |
19-20 |
3 |
| My hearts is a-breaking (fl) |
21-22 |
4 |
| Thou'rt gane awa', thou'rt gane awa' (fl) |
22-23 |
3 |
| Saw ye Johnny coming, quo' she (fl) |
23-24 |
4 |
| Farewel to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean (fl) |
24-25 |
2 |
| Down the burn and through the wood (fl) |
26 |
3 |
| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
27-28 |
3 |
| Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers (fl) |
28-29 |
2 |
| It was the carming month of May (fl) |
29-30 |
2 |
| Sweet Annie frae the bea-beach came (fl) |
30-31 |
4 |
| Last time I came o'er the muir, The (fl) |
31-33 |
4 |
| O Logie of Buchan, and Logie the Laird (fl) |
33-34 |
5 |
| Saw ye nae my Peggy (fl) |
34-35 |
4 |
| Blyth hae I been on yon hill (fl) |
36 |
2 |
| On morning very early, one morning in the spring (fl) |
36-38 |
6 |
| Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| Last May a brae wooer cam' down the lang glen (fl) |
39-41 |
8 |
| Where are the joys I have met in the morning (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| Their groves of sweet myrtles in foreign lands reckon (fl) |
42-43 |
4 |
| From thee Eliza, I must go (fl) |
43-44 |
2 |
| How blyth ilk morn was I to see (fl) |
44-46 |
8 |
| Well, I agree, ye're sure of me (fl) |
46 |
2 |
| Braw, braw lads of Yarrow braes (fl) |
47 |
4 |
| In April when primroses paint the sweet plain (fl) |
47-49 |
4 |
| Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The (fl) |
49-50 |
4 |
| Oh where, tell me where, is your Highland Laddie gone (fl) |
50-52 |
5 |
| On Etrick banks, ae summer's night (fl) |
52-53 |
4 |
| How hard's the fate of womankind (fl) |
54-55 |
4 |
| O Bessy Bell and Mary Gray (fl) |
55-56 |
4 |
| Lass of Peatie's mill, The (fl) |
56-57 |
4 |
| When first I ken'd young Sandy's face (fl) |
58-59 |
5 |
| Saw ye my wee thing? (fl) |
59-60 |
10 |
| Wilt thou be my dearie (fl) |
62 |
3 |
| John Anderson my Jo, John (fl) |
63-64 |
6 |
| O love will venture in, when it dare nae well be seen (fl) |
65-66 |
6 |
| As walking forth to view the plain (fl) |
66-68 |
6 |
| When gloomy night ha taken flight (fl) |
68-69 |
3 |
| O, Jonnie! Can ye pity ony (fl) |
69-70 |
3 |