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Page |
Verses |
| Sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond, The (fl) |
133-134 |
3 |
| Loudon's bonnie woods and braes (fl) |
135-136 |
3 |
| Ye sunny braes that skirt the Clyde (fl) |
137-138 |
2 |
| Langsyne, beside the woodland burn (fl) |
138-139 |
3 |
| We'll meet beside the dusky glen, on yon burn side (fl) |
140-141 |
4 |
| Through Cruikston Castle's lonely wa's (fl) |
142-143 |
3 |
| Let us go, lassie go (fl) |
144-145 |
4 |
| O lassie, will ye tak' a man (fl) |
146 |
2 |
| Our bonny Scots lads, in their tartan plaids (fl) |
147 |
2 |
| Och hey! Johnnie lad (fl) |
148-149 |
3 |
| Companion of my youthful sports (fl) |
150 |
2 |
| Fly we to some desert isle (fl) |
151 |
2 |
| O sair I rue the witless wish (fl) |
152-153 |
3 |
| Breeze of the night fans the dark mountain's breast, The (fl) |
154-155 |
3 |
| Sun had kiss'd the green Erin's waves, The (fl) |
156-157 |
4 |
| How light is my heart as I journey along (fl) |
158-159 |
3 |
| Queensferry boatie rows light, The (fl) |
159-160 |
6 |
| From the rude bustling camp, to the calm rural plain (fl) |
161 |
2 |
| Cold wind blows, The (fl) |
162-163 |
2 |
| Chill the wintry winds were blowing (fl) |
163-164 |
4 |
| Blythe was the time when he fee'd wi' my Father, O [sic] (fl) |
165-166 |
5 |
| 'Mongst life's many cares, there is none so provoking (fl) |
167-168 |
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| Mary, why thus waste thy youth-time in sorrow (fl) |
169-170 |
3 |
| Wild drives the bitter northern blast (fl) |
171-172 |
4 |
| Now Winter, wi' his cloudy brow (fl) |
173-174 |
2 |
| Gloomy winter's now awa' (fl) |
175-176 |
2 |
| While the gray-pinion'd lark early mounts to the skies (fl) |
176-177 |
2 |
| When Gloaming treads the heels of day (fl) |
177-178 |
3 |
| Midges dance aboon the burn, The (fl) |
178-179 |
3 |
| Why unite to banish care? (fl) |
180 |
2 |
| When John and me were married (fl) |
181-182 |
3 |
| Mirk and rainy is the night (fl) |
183-184 |
4 |
| Lowland lassie, wilt thou go (fl) |
185-186 |
6 |
| My Mary is a bonnie lassie (fl) |
187-188 |
3 |
| Responsive, ye woods, wing your echoes along (fl) |
189-190 |
3 |
| From hill to hill the bugles sound (fl) |
191-192 |
4 |
| Thou dark winding Carron, once pleasing to see (fl) |
193-194 |
2 |
| My heart is sair with heavy care (fl) |
195-196 |
4 |
| Where primroses spring on the green leafy brae (fl) |
197 |
2 |
| Far from the giddy court of mirth (fl) |
198-199 |
2 |
| Broom, the brier, the birken bush, The (fl) |
199-200 |
5 |
| Fortune, frowning most severe (fl) |
201-202 |
3 |
| Accuse me not, inconstant fair (fl) |
202-203 |
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| Wi' waefu' heart, and sorrowing e'e (fl) |
203-204 |
3 |
| Hark! 'tis the poor maniac's song (fl) |
205-206 |
3 |
| Ye echoes that ring round the woods of Bowgreen (fl) |
206-207 |
2 |
| When Rosie was faithful, how happy was I (fl) |
208-209 |
3 |
| Yon poor Negro girl, and exotic plant (fl) |
210-211 |
3 |
| Encircl'd in a cloud of smoke (fl) |
211-212 |
3 |
| Auld Watty of Kebbuckston brae (fl) |
213-216 |
7 |
| I mark'd a gem of pearly dew (fl) |
217 |
2 |
| Though my eyes are grown dim, and my locks are turn'd gray (fl) |
218-219 |
3 |
| When Poortith cauld, and sour Disdain (fl) |
219-221 |
6 |
| Far lone, amang the Highland hills (fl) |
222-223 |
3 |
| Keen blaws the wind o'er the braes o' Gleniffer (fl) |
223-224 |
3 |