| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Wha wad na be in love (fl) |
3-4 |
5 |
| O lassie art thou sleeping yet (fl) |
5 |
3 |
| O poortith cauld, and restless love (fl) |
6-7 |
4 |
| Bride came out o' the byre, The (fl) |
7-9 |
6 |
| O Tibbie! I hae seen the day (fl) |
9-11 |
6 |
| There's nought but care on ev'ry han' (fl) |
11-12 |
5 |
| In winter when the rain rain'd cauld (fl) |
12-14 |
7 |
| Come under my plaidie, the night's gaun to fa' (fl) |
14-17 |
6 |
| Good night and joy be wi' ye (fl) |
18 |
3 |
| My love she's but a lassie yet (fl) |
19 |
2 |
| O my love's like the red red rose (fl) |
19-20 |
2 |
| O! send Lewis Gordon hame (fl) |
20-21 |
4 |
| Lowland lads think they are fine, The (fl) |
21-23 |
6 |
| And I for ane and twenty, Tam (fl) |
23 |
3 |
| My Patie is a lover gay (fl) |
24 |
3 |
| Tuneful lav'rocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
25 |
3 |
| Had I a cave on some wild distant shore (fl) |
26 |
2 |
| O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut (fl) |
26-27 |
4 |
| Lasses fain wad hae from me (fl) |
27-29 |
4 |
| As Patie came up fra' the glen (fl) |
29-32 |
11 |
| First when Maggie was my care (fl) |
32-33 |
4 |
| How long and dreary is the night (fl) |
33-34 |
2 |
| Highland lad my love was born, A (fl) |
34-35 |
6 |
| Lassie wi' the lint-white locks (fl) |
35-37 |
8 |
| Nae gentle dames though e'er sae fair (fl) |
37-38 |
6 |
| Sweet Sir, for your courtesie (fl) |
38-40 |
6 |
| Adieu, a heart warm, fond adieu (fl) |
40-41 |
7 |
| Weary pund, the weary pund, The (fl) |
42-43 |
8 |
| Come, let me take thee to my breast (fl) |
43-44 |
2 |
| When I ha'e a saxpence under my thumb (fl) |
44-45 |
4 |
| Contented wi' little and canty wi' mair (fl) |
45-46 |
4 |
| I'll hae my coat o' gude snuff brown (fl) |
46-47 |
6 |
| Awa' wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms (fl) |
47-48 |
3 |
| I met four chaps yon birks amang (fl) |
49-51 |
7 |
| When our antient forefathers agreed w' the laird (fl) |
51-52 |
6 |
| O, young Lochinvar is come, out of the west (fl) |
52-55 |
6 |
| Duncan Gray cam here to woo (fl) |
56-57 |
5 |
| There's cauld kail in Aberdeen (fl) |
57-59 |
5 |
| Is there for honest poverty (fl) |
59-60 |
5 |
| Roy's wife of Aldevalloch (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| When wild war's deadly blast was blawn (fl) |
61-64 |
8 |
| What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie (fl) |
64-65 |
4 |
| Will ye gang o'er the lea rig (fl) |
65-66 |
5 |
| My name is Donald McDonald (fl) |
66-69 |
6 |
| Should auld acquaintance be forgot (fl) |
69-70 |
5 |