Had I a cave on some wild, distant shore Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie Here awa', there awa', here awa', Willie How blest has my time been! what joys have I known 341 How blyth, ilk morn, was I to see 125 How can I be blythe and glad 80 How sweet this lone vale, and how soothing to feeling 204 John Anderson my jo, cum in as ze gae by K. Keen blaws the wind o'er Donocht-head Keomure's on and awa, Willie Know ye the fair one whom I love? Let us haste to Kelvin Grove, bonnie lassie, O 24 Introd. My lover has left me My dear and only love, I pray My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie My Jeany and I have toil'd My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here My Patie is a lover gay My Peggy is a young thing My sheep I neglected, I broke my sheep-hook N Oh, how hard it is to find O Logie of Buchan, its Logie the laird O lusty Maye, with Flora quene O luve will venture in, where it daurna weel be seen O Mary at thy window be O merry may the maid be O mither dear I 'gin to fear O mither! mither! let me be O, my lassie, our joy to complete again O Nature lavished on my love On Ettrick banks, in a summer's night On Linden, when the sun was low O saw ye bonnie Lesley O saw ye Johnie coming, quo' she O thou, whose tender serious eyes Our bugles sang truce-for the night cloud had lower'd Our gudeman came hame at e'en O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut O, young Lochinvar has come out of the west 235 273 44 195 333 228 290 Saw ye my wee thing, saw ye my ain thing 250 Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled 255 Shall I tell you whom I love 340 Shepherd dost thou love me well Introd. Should auld acquaintance be forgot The day is departed, and round from the cloud 199 The day returns, my bosom burns 221 The gloamin saw us a' sit down . 399 The lass of Paties' mill The lasses o' the Cannogate The mavis sings in Mary's bower The minstrel boy to the glen is gone The gypsies cam to the Earl o' Cassilis' gate Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon The lark had left the evening cloud 346 242 304 63 35 322 289 The moon had climb'd the highest hill The moon's on the lake, and the mists on the brae 193 277 284 113 There came a young man to my daddie's door There lived a lass in Inverness Page 45 299 52 306 There was ance a May, and she loe'd nae men 133 There was a lass, and she was fair 239 The robin came to the wrens nest 72 The smiling morn, the breathing spring The smiling plains profusely gay The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond The sun is sunk, the day is done The sun rises bright in France The sun sets in night and the stars shun the day The tears I shed must ever fall The wind comes frae the land I love The winter time is past The yellow hair'd laddie sat down on yon brae 'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing |