102

When Guilford good our pilot stood,

When o'er the hill the eastern star,

When January winds were blawing

Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign
lands reckon,
There's auld Rob Morris that wons in
yon glen,

There's a youth in this city, it were a
great pity,

There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow

braes,

There was a bonnie lass, and a bonnie,

bonnie lass,

There was a lad was born at Kyle,

There was a lass and she was fair,.

There were five carlins in the South,

Thickest night o'erhang my dwelling!

Thine am I, my faithful fair,

Tho' cruel fate should bid us part,

Thou hast left me ever, Jamie,

Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray,

To thee, lov'd Nith, thy gladsome

plains,

True heatred was he, the sad swain of

Yarrow,

Turn again, thou fair Eliza,

Twas even, the dewy fields were

green,

Twas na ber bonnie blue e'e was my

ruin;

cauld,

When wild war's deadly blast was

blawn,

Where are the joys I hae met in the

morning,.

87 Where braving angry

winter's storms,

Where Cart rins rowin to the sea,

149 While larks, with little wing,

146 Why, why tell thy lover,

Will

90 ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed,

106 Wilt thou be my dearie?

152

94

141

Y.

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,

Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon,
Ye gallants bright I red you right,
89 Yestreen I had a pint o' wine,

113 Yon wand'ring rill, that marks the hill,
Yon wild mossy mountains,

76 Young Jockey was the blithest lad,
Young Peggy blooms our bonniest lass,
102 You're welcome to Despots, Dumourier,