PAGE Does haughty Gaul invasion threat.. 435 Duncan Gray came here to woo.. 366 Fair the face of orient day.... 438 Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies 453 Farewell, thou stream that winding flows. 475 436 First when Maggie was my care 377 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among the green braes 460 Forlorn, my love, no comfort near 479 Frae the friends and land I love. 545 I sing of a whistle, a whistle of worth. Hee balou! my sweet wee Donald How can my poor heart be glad. How lang and dreary is the night How pleasant the banks of the clear-winding Devon Husband, husband, cease your strife. I am a bard of no regard.. I am a son of Mars. I coft a stane o' haslock woo' I do confess thou art sae fair. I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing. If thou should ask my love. I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen I gaed up to Dunse I had sax owsen in a pleugh I hae a wife o' my ain... Ilk care and fear, when thou art near I married with a scolding_wife In coming by the brig of Dye In Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles. In simmer when the hay was mawn I once was a maid, tho' I cannot tell when. I see a form, I see a face Is there, for honest poverty.. 567 534 446 415 409 506 568 383 Landlady, count the lawin.. Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen Let not woman e'er complain. Loud blaw the frosty breezes Louis, what reck I by thee My Chloris, mark how green the groves 473 My father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O........ 496 My Harry was a gallant gay 461 My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie. 357 My heart is sair, I dare na tell... 438 My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here 493 My heart was ance as blythe and free.... 529 My lord a-hunting he is gane My love she's but a lassie yet.. My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form 510 541 382 Nae gentle dames, though e'er sae fair.. 398 No churchman am I for to rail and to write Oh luve will venture in where it daurna weel be seen 484 Streams that glide in orient plains 424 Sweet closes the evening on Craigie-burn wood. 494 Sweetest May, let love inspire thee 361 Sweet fa's the eve on Craigie-burn.. 442 The bairns gat out wi' an unco shout. 514 537 564 The Deil came fiddling through the town. The flower it blaws, it fades, it fa's........ There's a youth in this city, it were a great pity. There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes. There was a bonnie lass, and a bonnie, bonnie lass There was a lad was born at Kyle. What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie 451 |