Is there, for honest poverty, PAGE 154 It fell about the Martinmas time, 136 It fell on a morning, when we were thrang, 158 147 It's up wi' the souters o' Selkirk, 538 It's dowie in the hint o' hairst, 672 It was a' for our rightfu' king, 124 It was in and about the Martinmas time, 135 141 I've heard a lilting, at our ewe milking, I winna loe the laddie that ca's the cart and pleugh, Jockie said to Jenny, Jenny wilt thou wed, Keen blaws the wind o'er the braes o' Gleniffer, Leaning ower a window, and looking ower a mound, Let them boast of the country gave Patrick his birth, Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, March, march, why the deil dinna ye march? 171 331 Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn, My Chloris, mark how green the groves, PAGE 187 181 173 My sheep I neglected-I lost my sheep-hook, 192 No churchman am I, for to rail and to write 196 No more my song shall be, ye swains, 200 November winds blaw loud and shrill, 257 Now in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays, 193 683 380 Now there's peace on the shore 194 460 O dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee, 685 Oh, had I a house and a cantie wee fire, 462 Oh, open the door, some pity show, 218 O, how can I be blithe and glad, 237 Oh how could I venture to love one like thee, 335 Oh! I hae lost my silken snood, 532 O, I hae seen great anes, and sat in great ha's, 675 Oh, I'm come to the Low Countrie, 464 Oh, mirk, mirk is this midnight hour, 265 Oh tell me, oh tell me, bonnie young lassie, 480 Oh, wert thou in the cauld blast, 381 O hush thee, my baby! thy sire was a knight, O, Kenmure's on and awa, Willie, O, ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten, Oh, luve will venture in where it daurna weel be seen, O I'm wet, wet, O, lady, twine no wreath for me, 241 221 399 126 224 Old King Coul was a jolly old soul, O leeze me on my spinning wheel, O licht is the heart and the ee, O, Mary, ye'se be clad in silk, O, May, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet, PAGE On Annan's banks, in life's gay morn, O mount and go, O, my lassie, our joy to complete again, O, my luve's like a red red rose, On a bank of flowers, on a summer's day, On Saturday my wife she died, O, Nannie, wilt thou gang wi' me, On Ettrick banks, ae summer's nicht, One day I heard Mary say, One night as young Colin lay musing in bed, On the banks of Allan water, 571 604 215 207 O Sandy, why leave thus thy Nelly to mourn, 461 605 saw ye bonnie Lesley, 397 O saw ye Johnie comin', quo' she, 305 O saw ye my father, or saw ye my mother, sweet are the blossoms o' the hawthorn tree, Out ower yon moss, out ower yon muir, O, what a parish, a terrible parish, O, were I on Parnassus hill, O whare did ye get that haver-meal bannock, wha's that at my chamber door, O wha is she that loe's me, when she cam ben she bobbit fu' low, PAGE 205 503 612 482 547 510* where are you going, sweet Robin, 579 O, where gang ye, thou silly auld carle, 673 O where, and O where does your Highland laddie dwell, 303 O, whistle and I'll come to you, my lad, O! why should old age so much wound us, O, O, young Lochinvar has come out o' the west, Sair, sair was my heart, when I parted wi' my Jean, 370 Saw ye my wee thing, saw ye my ain thing, She is a winsome wee thing, She's fair and fause that causes my smart, Should old acquaintance be forgot, Sit ye down here, my cronies, and gie us your crack, Speak on, speak thus, and still my grief, 399 50 Sweet Annie frae the sea-beach cam, 522 Sweet fa's the eve on Craigie-burn wood, 4.59 391 |