trental, a service of thirty masses for wassail, spiced ale, a drinking-bout.

truncheon, a staff, the shaft of a whenas, when.

vair, a kind of fur, probably of the wreak, avenge.

vantage-coign, an advantageous po- wuddie, the gallows,

vaunt-brace, or warn-brace, armour yare, ready.

INDEXES

In this edition the Poetical Works occupy Volumes 24
and 25 and the latter half of Volume 23. The Index
references will be found as follows: I in Volume 23,
II and III in Volume 24, and IV and V in Volume 25.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

[Including the first Lines of Songs contained in the longer Poems]

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A cat of yore -
or else old Æsop lied, v, 256.
A mightier wizard far than I, v, 319.
A thousand winters dark have flown, v, 336.
A weary lot is thine, fair maid, IV, 103.
A weary month has wandered o'er, v, 185.
Admire not that I gained the prize, V, 421.
Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, v, 375.
Ah, poor Louise! the livelong day, v, 405.
Alas! alas! v, 317.

All joy was bereft me the day that you left me, v, 125.
Allen-a-Dale has no faggot for burning, IV, 104.

Amid these aisles where once his precepts showed, v, 138.
An hour with thee! When earliest day, V, 402.

And art thou cold and lowly laid, III, 205.
And did ye not hear of a mirth befell, v, 165.

And ne'er but once, my son, he says, 1, 85.

And what though winter will pinch severe, v, 226.
And whither would you lead me then, IV, 170.
And you shall deal the funeral dole, v, 345.
Anna-Marie, love, up is the sun, V, 304.

As lords their labourers' hire delay, v, 383.

As the worn war-horse, at the trumpet's sound, v, 247.
Ask thy heart, whose secret cell, v, 319.

Assist me, ye friends of Old Books and Old Wine, v, 372.
Autumn departs — but still his mantle's fold, IV, 231.

Ave Maria! maiden mild! III, 107.

Ay! and I taught thee the word and the spell, v, 315.

Birds of omen dark and foul, v, 292.

Bold knights and fair dames, to my harp give an ear, 1, 75.
Bring the bowl which you boast, V, 400.

But follow, follow me, v, 178.

By pathless march, by greenwood tree, V, 400.
By ties mysterious linked, our fated race, v, 320.

Canny moment, lucky fit, v, 203.

Cauld is my bed, Lord Archibald, v, 265.