Argyle is my name, and ye may think it strange, Arouse, arouse, each kilted clan, As I cam in by Teviot side, As I cam down the Canongate, As I gaed down by Tweedside, As walking forth to view the plain, FAGE 2 23 8 19 24 282 13 1 26 5 574 268 274 14 16 20 587 15 15 26 504 280 306 274 4 263 6 10 11 273 A wee bird cam to our ha' door, 23 11 17 9 A weary bodie's blythe when the sun gaes down, Awa wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms, 262 18 270 Baloo, baloo, my wee wee thing, 43 Bannocks o' bear-meal, bannocks o' barley, 588 Behave yoursell before folk, Behind yon hills, where Lugar flows, 29 Behold, the hour, the boat arrives, 34 Beneath a green shade, a lovely young swain, By Logan's streams that rin sae deep, 31 260 By smooth winding Tay a swain was reclining, 37 28 Cam ye by Athol braes, lad wi' the philabeg, PAGE 47 Clavers and his Highlandmen, Come, boat me ower, come, row me ower, 448 Come, fill me a bumper, my brave jolly boys, 635 Come under my plaidie, the night's gaun to fa, 337 Comin' through the craigs o' Kyle, 54. Contentit wi' little, and cantie wi' mair, 59 Donald's gane up the hill, hard and hungry, 67 Farewell, Edinburgh, where happy I hae been, 75 80 87 Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, 77 For the sake of somebody, Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean, Far over yon hills of the heather so green, Forgive me if I thought your looks, Frae Clyde to the banks o' sweet Earn, From the brown crest of Newark, From thee, Eliza, I must go, 79 68 88 512 82 74 81 529 659 645 69 Hame, hame, hame! O hame fain wad I be, 101 Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, (modern) 110 Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, (old) 521 He's a terrible man John Tod, John Tod, 106 How pleasant the banks of the clear-winding Devon, 102 How's a' wi' my auld dame, 284 How sweetly smells the simmer green, 469 How sweet this lone vale, and how soothing to feeling 592 I'd rather hae a piece as a kiss o' my joe, 667 I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, 121 If doughty deeds my lady please, If love's a sweet passion, why does it torment, 122 134 548 I hae bought Boulie Willie's lume, my lassie, 146 I hae laid a herring in saut, 150 I hae laid a herrin' in saut (second version) I married my wife and I brought her hame, I met four chaps yon birks amang, In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain, 125 286 In the land of Fife there lived a wicked wife, I once was a maid, though I cannot tell when, |