Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! An honest man here lies at rest. As down the burn they took their way As I stood by you roofless tower Page 99 282 39 315 382 401 Awa wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms Come, let me take thee to my breast Farewell thou stream that winding flows Fate gave the word, the arrow sped Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes Here where the Scottish Muse immortal lives How can my poor heart be glad How cold is that bosom which folly once fired. Keen blaws the wind o'er Donocht-Head Ken ye ought o' Captain Grose? Kind Sir, I've read your paper through Lassie wi' the lintwhite locks Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen Let me wander where I will. Let not woman e'er complain Loud blaw the frosty breezes My Chloris, mark how green the groves Page My honoured Colonel, deep I feel No more of your guests, be they titled or not O had the malt thy strength of mind 54 O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide. O Luve will venture in, where it daur na weel be seen Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled Sensibility, how charming She is a winsome wee thing She's fair and fause that causes my smart Sing on, sweet thrush, upon thy leafless bough Sir, as your mandate did request Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature? Stay, my Willie-yet believe me 296 44 380 293 279 277 349 163 337 The smiling spring comes in rejoicing 333 The Thames flows proudly to the sea Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes There was a lass and she was fair There was once a day, but old Time was then young |