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The Auld Man
The blue-eyed Lassie
The gallant Weaver
The Lea Rig :
The same continued
The Lover's Morning Salute to his Mistress
The Young Highland Rover
Then Guidwife count the Lawin
To a Gentleman who had sent a Newspaper, and offered to con-
To a Gentleman whom he had offended
To Miss Jessy L
To Mr. Mitchell
To R. Graham, Esq. on receiving a favour
The same, altered
IN THE ALPHABETICAL ORDER OF THE FIRST LINES.
Adown winding Nith did I wander :
A rose-bud by my early walk
Ah ope, Lord Gregory, thy door!.
An' O for ane and twenty, Tam!
Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December!
An honest man here lies at rest .
As down the buru they took their way
As I stood by yon roofless tower
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
Does haughty Gaul invasion threat
Duncan Gray cam here to woo .
Fairest maid on Devon banks
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
Gane is the day and mirk's the night
Had I a cave on some wild distapt shore
Hail Poésie! thou uymph reserv'd !
Here awa, there awa, 'wandering Willie
The same, altered
Here is the glen, and here the bower
Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear
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
How lang and dreary is the night
Husband, husband, cease your strife
I call no goddess to inspire my strains
I gaed a waefu' gate, yestreen
In simmer when the bay was mawn
Is there, for honest poverty
It was the charming month of May
Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss
John Anderson my jo, John :
Keen blaws the wind o'er Donocht-Head
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 carse upon your venom'd stang
My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie
My heart is sair, I dare na tell
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' Howers
O bonnie was yon rosy
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
O ken ye what Meg' o' the Mill has gotten
O Lassie, art thou sleeping yet? :
O leeze me on my spinning wheel
O leeze me on my wee thing.
O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide :
O Luve will venture in, where it daur na weel be seen .
O Mary, at thy window bè : i.
0 Mảy, thẻ mori was neer so sweet
O mirk, mirk is this midnight hour
O meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty
O‘my luve's like a red, red rose
O poortith cauld, and restless love :
O Philly, hapøy be that day :
O saw ye bonny Lesley
O saw ye my dear, my Phely?
O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay
O tell ná me o' wind and rain
O this is' no my ain Iassie .
O thou who kindly dost provide
O Tibbie, I háe seen the day
O wat ye wha's in yon town
O whia is she that lo'es me
O were I on Parnassus' hill
O were my love yon lilac fair
O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad
A Variation in the Chorus
O Willie brew'd a peck, o' maut
Oh, open the door, some pity to shew
Oh wert thou in the cold blast
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw
Old Winter with his frosty beard
Raving winds around her blowing
Revered defender of beauteous Stuart
Sae flaxen were her ringlets
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
Sweet fa’s the eve on Craigie-burn
Scenes of woe, and scenes of pleasure
The Catrine woods were yellow seen
The day returns, my bosom burns
The friend whom wild from wisdom's way
The hunter lo'es the morning sun
The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill
The lovely lass o' Inverness
The smiling spring comes in rejoicing
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
Thickest night o’erhang my dwelling
Thine am I, my faithful fair
Thine be the volumes, Jessy fair
This day, Time winds th' exhausted chain