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Page |
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| Now simmer blinks on flowery braes (fl) |
175 |
5 |
| Stay, my charmer, can you leave me? (fl) |
176 |
2 |
| Thickest night o'erhang my dwelling! (fl) |
176 |
4 |
| Loud blaw the frosty breezes (fl) |
177 |
2 |
| Raving winds around her blowing (fl) |
177-178 |
2 |
| Musing on the roaring ocean (fl) |
178 |
4 |
| By Oughtretyre grows the aik (fl) |
179 |
4 |
| Rose-bud by my early walk, A (fl) |
179-180 |
6 |
| Where braving angry winter's storms (fl) |
180-181 |
2 |
| Yestreen I met you on the moor (fl) |
181-182 |
7 |
| Clarinda, mistress of my soul (fl) |
182 |
4 |
| Day returns, my bosom burns, The (fl) |
183 |
2 |
| Lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill, The (fl) |
183-184 |
|
| O, were I on Parnassus' hill (fl) |
184 |
3 |
| Of a' the airts the wind can blaw (fl) |
185 |
2 |
| Catrine woods were yellow seen, The (fl) |
185-186 |
2 |
| O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut (fl) |
186 |
4 |
| I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen (fl) |
187 |
2 |
| Thames flows proudly to the sea, The (fl) |
187-188 |
2 |
| John Anderson, my Jo, John (fl) |
188-189 |
2 |
| My heart is breaking, dear Tittie (fl) |
189-192 |
8 |
| John Anderson, my jo, John, I wonder what you mean (fl) |
189-190 |
8 |
| O meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty (fl) |
192 |
2 |
| Gane is the day and mirk's the night (fl) |
193 |
3 |
| What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie (fl) |
193-194 |
4 |
| Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing (fl) |
194 |
3 |
| An O, for ane and twenty, Tam! (fl) |
194-195 |
4 |
| O leeze me on my spinning wheel (fl) |
195-196 |
4 |
| In simmer when the hay was mawn (fl) |
196-197 |
5 |
| Turn again, thou fair Eliza (fl) |
197-198 |
3 |
| O luve will venture in, where it daur na weel be seen (fl) |
198-199 |
7 |
| Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon (fl) |
199-200 |
2 |
| Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed (fl) |
200-201 |
4 |
| Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December (fl) |
201 |
2 |
| Wilt thou be my dearie? (fl) |
201-202 |
2 |
| She's fair and fause that causes my smart (fl) |
202 |
2 |
| Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes (fl) |
202-203 |
6 |
| Smiling spring comes in rejoicing, The (fl) |
203-204 |
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| Where Cart rins rowin to the sea (fl) |
204 |
4 |
| Louis, what reck I by thee (fl) |
204-205 |
2 |
| My heart is sair, I dare na tell (fl) |
205 |
2 |
| Lovely lass o' Inverness, The (fl) |
205-206 |
2 |
| Fate gave the word, the arrow sped (fl) |
206 |
2 |
| O May, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet (fl) |
206-207 |
2 |
| O wat ye wha's in you town (fl) |
207-208 |
9 |
| O my love's like a red, red rose (fl) |
208-209 |
4 |
| As I stood by yon roofless tower (fl) |
209-210 |
8 |
| There was three kings into the east (fl) |
213-215 |
15 |
| When Guilford good our pilot stood (fl) |
215-217 |
9 |
| It was upon a Lammas night (fl) |
217-218 |
4 |
| Now westlin winds, and slaught'ring guns (fl) |
219-220 |
5 |
| Beyond yon hills where Lugar flows (fl) |
220-221 |
8 |
| There's nought but care on every han' (fl) |
221-222 |
5 |
| Again rejoicing nature sees (fl) |
223-224 |
7 |
| Gloomy night is gath'ring fast, The (fl) |
224-225 |
4 |
| From thee, Eliza, I must, go (fl) |
226 |
2 |
| Adieu! a heart-warm, fond adieu! (fl) |
226-227 |
4 |
| No churchman am I for to rail and to write (fl) |
227-228 |
7 |
| Anna, thy charms my bosom fire (fl) |
229 |
2 |
| I sing of a whistle, a whistle of worth (fl) |
229-232 |
17 |
| There was once a day, but old Time then was young (fl) |
233-234 |
6 |
| O cam ye here the fight to shun (fl) |
235-236 |
6 |
| Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair (fl) |
237-238 |
6 |
| Oh wert thou in the cauld blast (fl) |
238 |
2 |
| Does haughty Gaul invasion threat? (fl) |
239-249 |
4 |
| O wha is she that lo'es me (fl) |
240-241 |
4 |
| Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss (fl) |
241 |
4 |
| My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form (fl) |
242 |
2 |
| Ken ye ought o' captain Grose? (fl) |
242-243 |
8 |
| 'Twas even---the dewy fields were green (fl) |
243-244 |
5 |
| Streams that glide in orient plains (fl) |
245 |
3 |
| I hae a wife o' my ain (fl) |
246 |
4 |
| Small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The (fl) |
246-247 |
4 |
| By yon castle wa' at the close of the day (fl) |
247 |
5 |
| Farewell, thou fair sky, thou green earth and ye skies (fl) |
248 |
4 |
| Dire was the hate at old Harlaw (fl) |
249-250 |
4 |
| He clench'd his pamphlets in his fist (fl) |
250 |
2 |
| You're welcome to despots, Dumourier (fl) |
251 |
3 |
| Slow spreads the gloom my soul desires (fl) |
251-252 |
4 |
| Fond kiss, and then we sever, Ae (fl) |
252-253 |
3 |
| Here's a health to them that's awa (fl) |
253-254 |
4 |
| Now bank and brae are claith'd in green (fl) |
254-255 |
2 |
| O how can I be blythe and glad (fl) |
255 |
5 |
| Out over the Forth I look to the north (fl) |
256 |
2 |
| As I was wandering ae morning in spring (fl) |
256-257 |
2 |
| I'll aye ca' in by yon town (fl) |
257 |
3 |
| First when Maggy was my care (fl) |
257-258 |
4 |
| Young Jockey was the blythest lad (fl) |
258 |
2 |
| Farewell, ye dungeons, dark and strong (fl) |
258-259 |
5 |
| Here's a bottle and an honest friend (fl) |
259-260 |
2 |
| Ilk care and fear, when they are near (fl) |
260 |
3 |
| On Cessnock banks there lives a lass (fl) |
261-262 |
12 |
| Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e (fl) |
262-263 |
3 |
| Her flowing locks, the raven's wing (fl) |
263 |
2 |
| To thee, lov'd Nith, thy gladsome plains (fl) |
263 |
2 |
| Winter is past, and the summer comes at last, The (fl) |
263-264 |
2 |
| Yestreen I had a pint o' wine (fl) |
264 |
3 |
| Deil cam fiddling thro' the town, The (fl) |
265 |
2 |
| Powers celestial, whose protection (fl) |
265-266 |
2 |
| Heather was blooming, the meadows were mawn, The (fl) |
266-267 |
4 |
| Young Peggy blooms our bonniest lass (fl) |
267-268 |
4 |
| Amang the trees where humming bees (fl) |
268 |
2 |
| Tho' cruel fate should bid us part (fl) |
269 |
2 |
| One night as I did wander (fl) |
269 |
1 |
| There was a lad was born in Kyle (fl) |
269-270 |
6 |
| When first I came to Stewart Kyle (fl) |
270 |
2 |
| Altho' my bed were in yon muir (fl) |
[271] |
3 |
| Aye Waking, O! (fl) |
272 |
4 |
| Hark! the mavis' evening sang (fl) |
273 |
5 |
| On a bank of flowers, in a summer day (fl) |
274 |
4 |
| Cold blaws the wind frae east to west (fl) |
275 |
2 |
| There's a youth in this city, it were a great pity (fl) |
275 |
2 |
| Fair the face of orient day (fl) |
276 |
4 |