Written in a Copy of Thomson's Melodies, pre- Written in an Envelope enclosing a Letter to Written on the Blank-leaf of his Poems Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December. As I was a-wandering ae midsummer e'enin' Awa' wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms 332 FIRST LINES OF SONGS. VOL. PAGE By Allan stream I chanced to rove Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy? Come, let me take thee to my breast Dire was the hate at old Harlaw. Fairest maid on Devon banks Fair the face of orient day Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies Farewell, thou stream that winding flows. Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green Had I a cave on some wild distant shore 293 149 109 200 170 37 215 179 285 292 145 130 266 276 182 282 160 277 295 162 73 123 50 118 Here's to thy health, my bonny lass How can my poor heart be glad How long and dreary is the night How pleasant the banks of the clear winding Husband, husband, cease your strife I am a bard of no regard I am a son of Mars, who have been in many wars I am my mammy's ae bairn I bought my wife a stane o' lint I coft a stane o' haslock woo' I do confess thou art sae fair I dreamed I lay where flowers were springing If ye gae up to yon hill-tap iii. 111 iii. 127 iii. 179 I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen I hae a wife o' my ain ii. 219 ii. 159 I'll aye ca' in by yon town I'll kiss thee yet, yet In Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles In Torbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men Is there, for honest poverty It is na, Jean, thy bonny face iii. 278 It was a' for our rightfu' king iii. 308 It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral |