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| Should auld acquaintance be forgot (fl) |
3-4 |
5 |
| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
5 |
2 |
| Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd (fl) |
6-7 |
3 |
| Ah, sure a pair was never seen (fl) |
8-9 |
2 |
| Whilst with village maids I stray (fl) |
9-12 |
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| Though love is warm awhile (fl) |
12-13 |
2 |
| Oh! where are you going, sweet Robin? (fl) |
14-16 |
3 |
| O, Nanny, wilt thou gang with me (fl) |
16-18 |
4 |
| Adieu, my native land, adieu! (fl) |
19-21 |
3 |
| How oft, Louisa, hast thou said (fl) |
21-22 |
2 |
| O my love's like the red red rose (fl) |
23-25 |
2 |
| Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| Henry cull'd the flow'ret's bloom (fl) |
27-28 |
1 |
| Fervid on the glitt'ring flood (fl) |
28-30 |
2 |
| Slow broke the light and sweet breath'd the morn (fl) |
30-33 |
2 |
| This blooming rose, at early morn (fl) |
33-34 |
2 |
| Sun his bright rays may withold, love, The (fl) |
35-36 |
2 |
| Roy's wife of Aldivalloch (fl) |
36-38 |
3 |
| Let Fame sound the trumpet and cry to the war (fl) |
38-41 |
2 |
| Whate'er my fate, where-e'er I roam (fl) |
42-43 |
2 |
| Highland laddie heard of war, A (fl) |
44-46 |
2 |
| You say my cottage incomplete (fl) |
46-47 |
3 |
| What's this dull town to me, Robin's not here (fl) |
48-49 |
3 |
| Highland lad my love was born, A (fl) |
49-50 |
2 |
| By the pure light of love that now beams from thine eye (fl) |
51-53 |
3 |
| Mary, I believ'd thee true (fl) |
53-54 |
2 |
| Morn returns in saffron drest, The (fl) |
55 |
1 |
| Flow Susquehanna, hallow'd stream (fl) |
56-57 |
6 |
| Behold! behold in his soft expressive face (fl) |
57-58 |
2 |
| Deep in a vale a cottage stood (fl) |
59-63 |
2 |
| Cease your funning, force nor cunning (fl) |
64 |
1 |
| Hast thou forgot the oak that throws (fl) |
65-66 |
2 |
| Blessing unknown to ambition and pride, A (fl) |
67-69 |
2 |
| When deeds of fame at honor's call (fl) |
69-70 |
2 |
| Kiss, dear maid, thy lips have left, The (fl) |
71-73 |
2 |
| Oh, why should the girl of my soul be in tears (fl) |
73-74 |
3 |
| Fly not yet! 'tis now the hour (fl) |
75-76 |
2 |
| As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping (fl) |
76-77 |
2 |
| Oh, bright was the morning---all nature adorning (fl) |
77 |
2 |
| Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill (fl) |
80-81 |
3 |
| Ye streams that round my prison creep (fl) |
81-82 |
2 |
| Here mark the poor desolate maid (fl) |
83-84 |
2 |
| When first you courted me (fl) |
85-86 |
2 |
| I have a silent sorrow (fl) |
87-88 |
2 |
| Has sorrow thy young days shaded (fl) |
88-90 |
4 |
| I have parks, I have grounds, I have deer, I have hounds (fl) |
90-93 |
2 |
| On this cold flinty rock I will lay down my head (fl) |
93-94 |
3 |
| Tell her I'll love her while the clouds drop rain (fl) |
95-97 |
2 |
| Believe me, if all those endearing young charms (fl) |
97-98 |
2 |
| Young Henry was as brave a youth (fl) |
99-100 |
3 |
| Here's the Bow'r she lov'd so much (fl) |
100-102 |
2 |
| I wander'd once at break of day (fl) |
102-104 |
3 |
| Ah! sigh not for love, if you wish not to know (fl) |
104-109 |
4 |
| All will hail the joyous day (fl) |
110-112 |
2 |
| Did you ne'er hear a tale, how a youth in the vale (fl) |
112-114 |
3 |
| Thine am I my faithful fair (fl) |
115-116 |
2 |
| Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon (fl) |
117-118 |
2 |
| Oh! light foor spring! with dripping flowers (fl) |
118-119 |
4 |
| How bless'd our condition, how jocund our day (fl) |
120-121 |
2 |
| Just like love is yonder rose (fl) |
122-125 |
5 |
| Let others breathe the melting sigh (fl) |
125-127 |
2 |
| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
127-128 |
2 |
| Broom bloom'd so fresh and so fair, The (fl) |
129-130 |
3 |
| And has she then fail'd in her truth (fl) |
131-133 |
1 |
| Sapling oak lost in the dell, The (fl) |
133-136 |
1 |
| When love gets you fast in her clutches (fl) |
136-137 |
2 |
| Oh! think not my spirits are always as light (fl) |
137-140 |
2 |
| By Speedwell's silver bosom'd lake (fl) |
140-141 |
3 |
| Loudon's bonnie woods and braes (fl) |
142-144 |
3 |
| Scots! you've won fu' mony fights (fl) |
144-145 |
3 |
| My heart with love is beating (fl) |
145-146 |
2 |
| Moon was beaming silver bright, The (fl) |
147-148 |
3 |
| At the peaceful midnight hour (fl) |
149-152 |
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| There's not a look, a word of thine (fl) |
153-154 |
4 |
| Ah! can I e'er forget thee, love! (fl) |
154-156 |
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| Flowers of the forest in spring-time were gay, The (fl) |
157-159 |
3 |
| Why, Ella, dear, that pearly tear (fl) |
159-161 |
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| Is there a heart that never lov'd (fl) |
161-162 |
2 |
| When the sails catch the breeze, and the anchor is weigh'd (fl) |
163-165 |
3 |
| When absent from her whom my soul, my soul holds most dear (fl) |
165-169 |
2 |
| I have lov'd thee, dearly lov'd thee (fl) |
169-170 |
2 |
| Sun's last beams had ting'd the sky, The (fl) |
171-173 |
2 |
| In the world's, in the world's crooked path where I've been [sic] (fl) |
173-174 |
3 |
| Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade (fl) |
174-175 |
2 |
| Tell me, sweet bird, ah! tell me why (fl) |
175-176 |
3 |
| Dear is my little native vale (fl) |
177-178 |
3 |
| What means, my fair, that clouded brow (fl) |
179-180 |
2 |
| Majestic rose the god of day (fl) |
180-181 |
2 |
| Rose and the lily, their beauties combining, The (fl) |
182-186 |
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| 'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
186-188 |
3 |
| I come from a land far away, far away (fl) |
188-190 |
2 |
| When I quitted the cot that stands lone on the moor (fl) |
190-192 |
3 |
| While gazing on the moon's light (fl) |
193-194 |
2 |
| Our bugles sung truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd (fl) |
195-199 |
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| This cold, flinty heart it is you who have warm'd (fl) |
199-200 |
3 |
| Encompass'd in an angel's frame (fl) |
201-203 |
4 |
| Tear fell gently from her eye, The (fl) |
203-205 |
2 |
| My friend is the man I would copy through life (fl) |
205-208 |
3 |
| O'er highlands and lowlands, to chase the fleet deer (fl) |
208-210 |
2 |
| Love's blind, they say, oh, never, nay (fl) |
211-212 |
2 |
| Sweet is the dream, divinely sweet (fl) |
213-214 |
2 |
| There is not in this wide world, a valley so sweet (fl) |
214-215 |
4 |
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
216-217 |
3 |
| Heath this night must be my bed, The (fl) |
218-219 |
3 |
| Of a' the airts the wind can blaw (fl) |
220-222 |
3 |
| Oh! mine be the cottage within the vale (fl) |
222-223 |
2 |
| When trees did bud, and fields were green (fl) |
224-226 |
6 |
| Adieu! Adieu! my native shore (fl) |
227-230 |
2 |
| When fairies trip round the gay green (fl) |
230-232 |
3 |
| My sev'nteenth year scarce over (fl) |
232-235 |
4 |
| Her mouth, which a smile (fl) |
235-236 |
2 |
| Where is the nymph whose azure eye (fl) |
237-239 |
2 |
| Where is the smile that was heav'n in our eye? (fl) |
240-241 |
4 |
| Careful the winding path explore (fl) |
241-242 |
2 |
| Dear Erin! how sweetly thy green bosom rises (fl) |
243-244 |
2 |
| Light as thistle down moving (fl) |
245-246 |
1 |
| 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
247-248 |
3 |
| Prey to tender anguish, A (fl) |
248-250 |
5 |
| Hush! hush! such counsel do not give (fl) |
250-252 |
1 |
| Said a smile to a tear (fl) |
252-255 |
3 |
| Ploughman whistles o'er the furrow, The (fl) |
256-258 |
3 |