Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen iii.

183

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here

My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form

ii.

121

.

Nae gentle dames, though e'er sae fair

i.

277

No churchman am I for to rail and to write

Now spring has clad the grove in green
Now westlin winds and slaught' ring guns

FIRST LINES OF SONGS.

335

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Oh I am come to the low countrie

iii. 305

Oh Lady Mary Ann looked o'er the castle wa'

iii. 282

Oh why the deuce should I repine

O Kenmure's on and awa' Willie.

O ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten?

O lassie, art thou sleeping yet?

O lay thy loof in mine, lass

O leeze me on my spinning-wheel

iii. 13

O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide

iii. 66

O lovely Polly Stewart!

iii.

108

O luve will venture in where it daurna weel be seen

O whare did you get that hauver-meal bannock?
O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad
O Willie brewed a peck o' maut
O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

ii. 128; iii. 75

Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature?

The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill

There was a bonny lass, and a bonny bonny lass

There was once a day, but old Time then was

The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning

True-hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow iii.

54

'Twas na her bonny blue e'e was my ruin

Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e

What can a young lassie, what shall a young

ing?

When wild war's deadly blast was blawn.
When winter's wind was blawing cauld

Where are the joys I hae met in the morn

Where, braving angry winter's storms

Where Cart rins rowin' to the sea

Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear
Ye sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie
Yestreen I got a pint o' wine