The answer 362 O once I loved a bonnie lass O raging Fortune's withering blast O whar did ye get O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad O why the deuce should I repine O steer her up Of a' the airts the wind can blaw Old age On a bank of flowers On Cessnock banks there lives a lass Out-over the Forth I look to the north . 496 . 399 . 415 . 423 Sleep'st thou or wak'st thou Page Song of death • 420 Strathallan's lament Stay, my charmer, can you leave me? . 398 . 430 Sweetest May Sweet fa's the eve on Craigie-burn • 335 . 386 . 301 The braes o' Ballochmyle The braw wooer The birks of Aberfeldy The blissful day The blude red rose at Yule may blaw The blue-eyed lassie The bonnie lad that's far awa . 397 . 361 The Deil's awa wi' the Exciseman The Dumfries Volunteers 379 344 The farewell The fete champetre The Five Carlins The gallant weaver . 525 . 527 The gloomy night is gathering fast . 344 The lass of Ecclefechan The lass that made the bed to me The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill. 431 . 353 . 517 311 The rose-bud The ruin'd Maid's Lament The soldier's return The sons of old Killie . 364 . 345 The weary pund o' tow • 368 The Whistle . 505 The winding Nith The winter it is past The young Highland rover 404 381 . 456 • 334 Their groves o' sweet myrtle Theniel Menzie's bonnie Mary . 401 There was a lass This is no my ain lassie There was a bonnie lass There was a lad was born at Kyle There's a youth in this city 358 . 531 . 452 . 442 Tibbie Dunbar To Anna. Thou hast left me ever, Jamie Tho' cruel fate should bid us part . 378 . 338 . 239 . 458 . 291 .840. 412 To Mary in heaven Page . 342 To thee, loved Nith 'Twas na her bonnie blue een was my ruin Up in the morning early . 335 . 374 Wha is that at my bower door Whare hae ye been What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man When first I came to Stewart Kyle . 498 . 396 Why, why tell thy lover Whistle owre the lave o't Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary Willie brew'd a peck o' maut Willie's wife Wilt thou be my dearie Ye Jacobites by name Yon wild mossy mountains Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain .414 . 207 .357 |