Page. O mirk, mirk is the midnight hour 29 O my luve's like a red, red rose 208 On a bank of flowers, in a summer day 274 On Cessnock banks there lives a lass 261 O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad Raving winds around her blowing 66 153 186 265 177 106 Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled 73 She is a winsome wee thing 14 She's fair and fause that causes my smart 202 Should auld acquaintance be forgot Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature 81 118 Slow spreads the gloom my soul desires. 251 176 Stay, my Willie, yet believe me Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon Page. 148 The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill 183 There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen There's a youth in this city, it were a great There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes There was a lass and she was fair There was once a day, but old Time then was young There was three kings into the east The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning The smiling spring comes in rejoicing -The Thames flows proudly to the sea 205 21 275 24 269 55 233 213 246 203 187 The winter it is past, and the simmer comes 263 Thickest night o'erhang my dwelling 176 Thine am I, my faithful fair Tho' cruel fate should bid us part Thou sweetest minstrel of the grove To thee, lov'd Nith, thy gladsome plains 91 269 80 93 263 243 "Tis friendship's pledge, my young fair friend 157 'Twas na her bonnie blue e'e was my ruin Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e 262 What can a young lassie, what shall a young When wild war's deadly blast was blawn 37 88 Where braving angry winter's storms Where Cart rins rowin to the sea Why, why tell thy lover Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary Wilt thou be my dearie Ye banks, and braes, and streams around Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon Page. 180 204 60 161 200. 12 97 15 199 264 258 267 251 |