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Farewell, thou stream that winding flows
Farewell to a' our Scottish fame ............ 1
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong
First when Maggie was my care ............
Flow gently, sweet Afton
Forlorn, my love, no comfort near ..........
Frae the friends and land I love ............
From thee, Eliza, I must go ................
Full well thou know'st I love thee dear
Gane is the day and mirk's the night......
Gat ye me, oh gat ye me

Go fetch to me a pint o' wine
Had I a cave on some wild distant shore....
Hark, the mavis evening song...
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie 19
Here is the glen, and here the bower........ 14
Here's a bottle and an honest friend

Here's a health to ane I loe dear

Here's a health to them that's awa ..........
Here's to thy health, my bonnie lass ........

Her flowing locks

Hey the dusty miller

How can my poor heart be glad

How cruel are the parents

How long and dreary is the night

How pleasant the banks ..

Husband, husband, ccase your strife

I am my mammie's ae bairn

I bought my wife a stane o' lint

I coft a stane o' hasloch woo....
I do confess thou art sae fair.
I dreamed I lay where flowers were springing
I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen
I hae a wife o' my ain
I'll aye ca' in by yon town
I'll kiss thee yet, yet.
I married with a scolding wife.
In coming by the brig o' Dye.
In Mauchline there dwells...
In simmer, when the hay was mawn ........



I see a form, I see a face Is there for honest potents It is na, Jean, thy bonne face It was a' for our right in It was the charming month of a It was upon a Lammas tingut Jockey's ta'en the parting is John Anderson, ty js, John. Landlady, count the Last May, atras002 Let not woman e e com Louis, what reck It has Loud blaw the frosty Mark yonder om costa My Chloris, mers borgere the My father was a frie.. My Harry & My heart is a busz, a My heart is sir, ne My heart's in the Higi My lord a hunting les My love she's but als My Peggy's face, my Musing on the met

I wander, 's as they spring; wander, o sing.

Nae gentle dames, tiene No charcamatan it Now bastant mes Now in ber grenses Now Nature cieele Now rosy Mas come Now simmer blinks as Now spring tas tid Now westin winds 200 Of a theatres tiem Oh aye muy VDE SE Oh bonnie va TO Oh can you bete the Oh gin my IDE VEZE Oh bos zu beste


The tither morn, when I forlorn

.......... 185

They snool me sair and haud me down ...... 108

Thickest night, o'erhang my dwelling 142

Thinc am 1, my faithful fair


Though cruel fate should bid us part... ib,

Thou hast left me ever, Jamie


Thou lingering star, with lessening ray


To thee, loved Nith


True-hearted was he..


Turn again, thou fair Eliza


'Twas ev'n, the dewy fields were green...... 175

'Twas na her bonnie blue een was my ruin .. 195

Up wi? the carles of Dysart


Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my ee.... 197

What can a young lassie..


When Januar' wind was blawing cauld...... 201

When o'er the hill the eastern star.......... 178

When the drums do beat........


Then wild war's deadly blast was blawn 182

Where are the joys I hae met in the morning 203

Where, braving angry winter's storms


Where Cart rins rowin' to the sea ..........


Where hae ye been sae braw, lad


Where live ye, my bonnie lass..


While Jarks with little wing


Why, why tell the lover


Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed

Will ye go to the Indics, my Mary

Wilt thou be my dearie


Ye banks and braes and streams around .... 56

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon


Ye gallants brighi, I rede ye right


Ye Jacobites, by name......


Ye sons of old Killie..

............., 184

Yestreen I had a pint o' wine


Young Jamie, pride o' a'the plain


Young Jockey was the blythest lad..


Young Peggy blooms our bonniest lass...... 213

Yon wild mossy mountains


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ADOWN winding Nith I did wander,

To mark the sweet flowers as they springi Adown winding Nith I did wander,

Of Phillis to muse and to sing.


Awa wi’ your belles and your beauties,

They never wi' her can compare :
Whaever has met wi' my Phillis,

Has met wi' the queen o' the fair.
The daisy amused my fond fancy,

So artless, so simple, so wild ;
Thou emblem, said I, o'

For she is simplicity's child.

my Phillis!


The rose-bud's the blush o' my charmer,

Her sweet balmy lip when 'tis prest :
How fair and how pure is the lily,

But fairer and purer her breast.
Yon knot of gay flowers in the arbour,

They ne'er wi' my Phillis can vie :
Her breath is the breath o' the woodbine,

It's dew-drop o' diamond her eye.
Her voice is the song of the morning,

That wakes thro’the green-spreading grove, When Phoebus peeps over the mountains,

On music, and pleasure, and love. But, beauty, how frail and how fleeting

The bloom of a fine summer's day! While worth in the mind o' my Phillis

Will flourish without a decay.


TUNE-Rury Dall's Port. AE fond kiss, and then we sever ; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Wbo shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy;

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