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Page |
Verses |
| An' art thou fled, my bonny boy (fl) |
27-28 |
4 |
| Wha's this, bedight in tatter'd claes (fl) |
29-30 |
4 |
| O softly blow, thou biting blast (fl) |
31-32 |
4 |
| Moon was a-waining, The (fl) |
33-34 |
4 |
| How swift flew the time, when I stray'd from my Jamie (fl) |
35-36 |
4 |
| Sweet minstrel! melancholy's child (fl) |
37-38 |
4 |
| 'Twas when the wan leaf frae the birk tree was fa'in (fl) |
39-41 |
5 |
| O will you gang down to the bush i' the meadow (fl) |
42 |
2 |
| Ye briery fields, whare roses blaw (fl) |
43-44 |
3 |
| I hae a wee wifie, an' I am her man (fl) |
45-46 |
4 |
| Cauld is the blast on the braes of Strahonan (fl) |
47-48 |
3 |
| Gloamin' frae the welkin high, The (fl) |
49-50 |
4 |
| Now smiling summer's balmy breeze (fl) |
51-52 |
4 |
| Bonnie Clouden, as ye wander (fl) |
53-54 |
3 |
| Alake for the lassie! she's no right at a (fl) |
55-56 |
7 |
| Auld gudeman cam hame at night, The (fl) |
57-58 |
4 |
| Auld lucky sat anent the bleeze (fl) |
59-61 |
5 |
| Dawning was mild, and the hamlet was wild, The (fl) |
62-65 |
7 |
| Beware, ah! gentle maiden, beware these cruel men! (fl) |
66-68 |
8 |
| Where Scaur rin wimpling 'mang the rocks (fl) |
71-74 |
7 |
| How sair my heart nae man shall ken (fl) |
75-76 |
4 |
| Ae glentin' cheerfu' simmer morn (fl) |
77-78 |
4 |
| On Ettrick clear there grows a brier (fl) |
79-80 |
4 |
| Where Yarrow's current, waving blue (fl) |
81-83 |
6 |
| I wasna sae soon to my bed yestreen (fl) |
84-85 |
3 |
| Still must my pipe lie idle by (fl) |
86-88 |
5 |
| Amang the birks sae blythe an gay (fl) |
89-91 |
5 |
| My lassie is lovely as May-day, adorning (fl) |
92-93 |
3 |
| O I hae seen when fields were green (fl) |
94-95 |
4 |
| Here, fix'd by choice, too long I staid (fl) |
96-98 |
5 |
| O what maks you sae dowie, lassie? (fl) |
99-101 |
6 |
| My lassie, how I'm charm'd wi' you (fl) |
102-104 |
6 |
| Oft by the wild-wood, musing slow (fl) |
105-106 |
4 |
| Tweed, the Tay, and bonny Clyde, The (fl) |
107-108 |
3 |
| I've seen the lily on the wold (fl) |
109-110 |
3 |
| My bonny Eliza is fled frae the town (fl) |
111-112 |
3 |
| Sing on, sing on, my bonny bird (fl) |
113-115 |
6 |
| By Fillan's wild and lonely streams (fl) |
116-117 |
2 |
| Though I've enjoy'd my youth in health (fl) |
118-119 |
3 |
| Now well may I the haunts defy (fl) |
120-121 |
2 |
| Morning was fair, and the firmament sheen, The (fl) |
122-124 |
6 |
| How foolish are mankind. to look for perfection (fl) |
125-126 |
2 |
| On the banks o' the burn, while I pensively wander (fl) |
127-128 |
7 |
| My dear little Jeany, what maks ye sae shy (fl) |
129-130 |
3 |
| Here, alas! forlorn I wander (fl) |
131-132 |
3 |
| Dear Doctor, be clever, and fling off your beaver (fl) |
135-137 |
5 |
| I lately liv'd in quiet ease (fl) |
138-140 |
6 |
| O Lucky, Lucky, fain wad I (fl) |
141-142 |
4 |
| There dwalt a man on Ettrick side (fl) |
143-147 |
11 |
| I was a weaver. young an' free (fl) |
148-151 |
8 |
| Blythly hae I screw'd my pipes (fl) |
152-154 |
6 |
| O wae the wearifu' drinkin', O! (fl) |
155-156 |
6 |
| Little, queer bit auld body (fl) |
157-158 |
6 |
| Cannie wi' your blinkin', Bessie (fl) |
160-162 |
5 |
| Will ye gang wi' me lassie (fl) |
163-165 |
6 |
| Life is a weary, weary, weary (fl) |
166-167 |
2 |
| Now, mother, since a' our young lasses ye saw (fl) |
168-170 |
5 |
| When I'm dowie, weet, or weary (fl) |
171-172 |
4 |
| Wille Wastle lo'ed a lass (fl) |
173-176 |
7 |
| See ye yon auld storm-batter'd wa's (fl) |
177-180 |
8 |
| Auld John Borthick is gane to a weddin' (fl) |
181-183 |
6 |
| When nature with wild-flowers bespangled the mountains (fl) |
187-188 |
4 |
| My name is Bauldy Fraser, man (fl) |
189-191 |
7 |
| 'Mong Scotia's glens an' mountains blue (fl) |
192-193 |
4 |
| Who will not join the lay (fl) |
194-195 |
3 |
| Fareweel, ye streams, sae dear to me (fl) |
196-198 |
5 |
| Hersel pe aughty cirs an' twa (fl) |
199-201 |
6 |
| O fy let's a' be merry, boys (fl) |
202-204 |
3 |
| Ye forest flowers so fresh and gay (fl) |
205-206 |
2 |
| Auld fashion'd bodies whine an' tell (fl) |
207-209 |
4 |
| Let wine gae round, an' music play (fl) |
210-211 |
3 |
| My name is Donald Macdonald (fl) |
212-215 |
6 |
| By a bush on yonder brae (fl) |
216-218 |
4 |
| Culloden, on thy swarthy brow (fl) |
219-221 |
6 |
| O say, mighty Owen, why beams thy bright eye? (fl) |
222-223 |
3 |
| O Willy was a wanton wag (fl) |
224-225 |
4 |
| And must I leave my native Isle (fl) |
226-227 |
4 |
| Now wha is yon comes o'er the knowe (fl) |
228-230 |
6 |
| Were ye at Drummossie moor (fl) |
231-232 |
4 |
| Wide o'er Bannock's heathy wold (fl) |
233-235 |
5 |
| May morning had shed her red streamers on high (fl) |
236-238 |
5 |
| I'm a jolly British tar (fl) |
239-242 |
4 |
| Caledonia! thou land of the mountain and rock (fl) |
242-244 |
3 |