By Allan stream I chanced to rove

By yon castle wa', at the close of the day.

Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy?
Ca' the yowes to the knowes
Clarinda, mistress of my soul

Come, let me take thee to my breast
Coming through the rye, poor body
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair
Could aught of song declare my pains

Dire was the hate at old Harlaw.
Does haughty Gaul invasion threat?.
Duncan Gray cam here to woo

Fairest maid on Devon banks

Fair the face of orient day

Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame

Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and

Heard ye o' the tree of France? .
Here awa', there awa', wandering Willie
Here is the glen, and here the bower

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170

37

215

179

285

292

145

130

266

276

182

282

160

277

295

162

73

123

50

118

Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear
Here's a health to them that's awa'
Here's to thy health, my bonny lass

How can my poor heart be glad

How cruel are the parents

How long and dreary is the night

How pleasant the banks of the clear winding

I am a bard of no regard

I am a son of Mars, who have been in many wars
I am my mammy's ae bairn

I bought my wife a stane o' lint

I coft a stane o' haslock woo'

I do confess thou art sae fair

I dreamed I lay where flowers were springing
If ye gae up to yon hill-tap

I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen

I'll kiss thee yet, yet

In Torbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men
I once was a maid, though I cannot tell when
I sing of a whistle, a whistle of worth

Is there, for honest poverty

It is na, Jeau, thy bonny face

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iii. 278

It was a' for our rightfu' king

iii. 303

It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me

In Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles
In simmer, when the hay was mawn

Jamie, come try me

Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss.

John Anderson, my jo, John

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iii. 114

ii. 234

Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen iii.

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My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not

No churchman am I for to rail and to write
Now in her green mantle blithe Nature arrays

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Oh I am come to the low countrie

iii. 305

Oh Lady Mary Ann looked o'er the castle wa'

iii. 282

O ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten?

iii. 58

O luve will venture in where it daurna weel be seen

O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet

O May, thy morn was ne'er so sweet
O meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty
O mirk. mirk is this midnight hour

O my luve's like a red, red rose
On a bank of flowers, in a summer day
On Cessnock Banks there lives a lass
One night as I did wander

O open the door, some pity to shew

O Philly, happy be that day

O poortith cauld and restless love.
O sad and heavy should I part.

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iii.

108

iii. 19

iik 116

O saw ye bonny Lesley

ii. 307

O whare did you get that hauver-meal bannock? iii.
O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad.
O Willie brewed a peck o' maut

O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

Powers celestial! whose protection

Raving winds around her blowing
Robin shure in hairst

Sae flaxen were her ringlets

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iii. 154, 173

iii. 220

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ii. 128; iii. 75

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Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature?

Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon