To a Gentleman who had sent a Newspaper, and offered to con-
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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

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Awa wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms
Behold the hour, the boat arrive
Blithe, blithe, and merry was she
Blithe hae I been on yon hill
Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing
But lately seen in gladsome green
By Allan-stream I chanc'd to rove .
Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy?
Ca' the yowes to the knowes.
Clarinda, mistress of my soul

Come, let me take thee to my breast
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair
Deluded swain, the pleasure

Farewell thou stream that winding flows

Fate gave the word, the arrow sped

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes
Forlorn, my love, no comfort near
Friend of the poet, tried and leal

Here where the Scottish Muse immortal lives

How can my poor heart be glad

How cold is that bosom which folly once fired.
How cruel are the parents

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
Long, long the night

Loud blaw the frosty breezes
Louis, what wreck I by thee
Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion
Maxwell, if merit here you crave
Musing on the roaring ocean.

My Chloris, mark how green the groves
My curse upon your venom'd stang
My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie
My heart is sair, I dare na tell

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My honoured Colonel, deep I feel
My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form
Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair

No more of your guests, be they titled or not
No more, ye warblers of the wood, no more
Now in her green mantle blithe nature arrays
Now simmer blinks on flowery braes
Now spring has clad the grove in green
Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers
O bonnie was yon rosy brier.
O cam you here the fight to shun
O condescend, dear charming maid
O gin my love were yon red rose

O had the malt thy strength of mind

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O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide.

O Luve will venture in, where it daur na weel be seen
O Mary, at thy window be

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled

Sensibility, how charming

She is a winsome wee thing

She's fair and fause that causes my smart
Should auld acquaintance be forgot

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 charmer, can you leave me?

Stay, my Willie-yet believe me

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The smiling spring comes in rejoicing

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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
They snool me sair, and haud me down