Had I a cave on some wild, distant shore 185 I am my mammie's ae bairn 'I burn, I burn, as when thro' ripen'd corn I coft a stane o' haslock woo'. I do confess thou art sae fair. I dream'd I lay where flowers were If thou should ask my love tongue. I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen I gaed up to Dunse I gat your letter, winsome Willie I hae a wife o' my ain I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend In simmer when the hay was mawn 246 78 247 180 255 114 70 148 Ilk care and fear, when thou art near. 234 187 42 I married with a scolding wife 256 74 I met a lass, a bonie lass 104 In politics if thou wouldst mix 170 My Chloris, mark how green the groves. 218 ΙΟΥ O ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten 182 259 260 My Father was a Farmer upon the Carrick 238 My Harry was a gallant gay 251 My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie 201 Lassie, art thou sleeping yet? O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet O May, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet 191 118 242 203 183 175 205 261 237 208 202 260 181 209 240 234 Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair 210 Once fondly lov'd, and still remember'd No more of your guests, be they titled One Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell. 167 . 247 not. No more, ye warblers of the wood-no O Philly, happy be that day. 219 O poortith cauld, and restless love 180 No sculptur'd marble here, nor pompous lay. No song nor dance I bring from yon great O rattlin', roarin' Willie 261 109 No Stewart art thou, Galloway. 169 Now bank an' brae are claith'd in green 214 Now health forsakes that angel face 161 O rough, rude, ready-witted Rankine. Orthodox, Orthodox, wha believe in John Knox O sad and heavy should I part 81 153 99 262 O saw ye bonie Lesley. 239 |