INDEX OF FIRST LINES

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If thou should ask my love, could I deny thee

384

If ye gae up to yon hill-tap

6

If you rattle along like your Mistress's tongue
Ilk care and fear when thou art near.

550

15

Ill-fated genius, Heav'n-taught Fergusson

In coming by the brig o' Dye

487

315

In Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles

50

In Politics if thou would mix.

511

In se'enteen hunder and forty-nine

568

In simmer when the hay was mawn

497

In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men

Inhuman man, curse on thy barb'rous art
Instead of a song, boys, I'll give you a toast
Is there a whim-inspired fool
Is there for honest poverty
Is this thy plighted fond regard
It is na, Jean, thy bonie face

It was a' for our rightfu' King

It was in sweet Senegal that foes did
my

It was the charming month of May
It was upon a Lammas night.
Ithers seek they kenna what

Jamie, come try me
Jockey's taen the parting kiss
John Anderson, my jo, John

Kemble, thou cur'st my unbelief
Ken ye ought o' Captain Grose
Kilmarnock wabsters fidge and claw
Kind sir, I've read your paper through
Know thou, O stranger to the fame

379

521

238

Lady Onlie, honest lucky

314

Lament him, Mauchline husbands a'

125

Lament in rhyme, lament in prose

31

Lassie wi' the lint-white locks.

574

Last May, a braw wooer cam down the lang glen

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Lone on the bleaky hills the straying flocks
Long life, my lord, and health be yours
Long, long the night

Lord, to account who dares thee call
Lord, we thank, and thee adore
Loud blaw the frosty breezes
Louis, what reck I by thee
Lovely was she by the dawn

Mally's meek, and Mally's sweet
Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion
Maxwell, if here you merit crave
Meet me on the Warlock knowe
Musing on the roaring ocean
My bonie lass, I work in brass

My blessings on ye, honest wife

291

My blessings upon thy sweet wee lippie

282

My Chloris, mark how green the groves

572

My curse upon your venom'd stang

263

My father was a farmer upon the Carrick border

24

My girl she's airy, she's buxom and gay

50

My godlike friend-nay, do not stare

344

My Harry was a gallant gay

My heart is sair, I daurna tell

580

My heart is a-breaking, dear tittie

387

My heart is wae, and unco wae

315

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

No churchman am I for to rail or to write
No cold approach, no altered mien

No more of your guests be they titled or not
No more of your titled acquaintances boast
No more, ye warblers of the wood, no more
No sculptur'd marble here, nor pompous lay
No song nor dance I bring from yon great city
No Spartan tube, no Attic shell
No Stewart art thou, Galloway

O leeze me on my spinning wheel

O Gowdie, terror o' the Whigs

O gude ale comes and gude ale goes

O had each Scot of ancient times

O had the malt thy strength of mind
O how can I be blythe and glad

O how shall I unskilfu' try

O Kenmure's on and awa, Willie

O ken ye what Meg o' the mill has gotten

O Lady Mary Ann looks o'er the castle wa'

O lassie are ye sleepin' yet

O lay thy loof in mine, lass

O leave novels, ye Mauchline belles

O let me in this ae night

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586

302

583

338

456

557

476

516, 517

492

588

626

49

499

588

O Logan, sweetly did'st thou glide

524

O Lord, since we have feasted thus

522

O Lord, when hunger pinches sore

522

O lovely Polly Stewart

466

O Luve will venture in where it daurna weel be seen

O mount and go! mount and make you ready
O my luve's like a red, red rose
O once I lov'd a bonie lass

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O open the door, some pity to shew

O Philly, happy be the day

O poortith cauld, and restless love

O raging Fortune's withering blast
O rough, rude, ready-witted Rankine
O sad and heavy should I part
saw ye bonie Lesley,

O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie M'Nab!
O saw ye my dear, my Philly?
O sing a new song to the Lord

O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay
O steer her up, and haud her gaun
O that I had ne'er been married!
O that's the lassie o' my heart.

O Thou dread Power who reign'st above
O Thou in whom we live and move
O Thou great Being what thou art
O thou pale orb that silent shines
O Thou, the first, the greatest friend
O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause
O Thou! whatever title suit Thee

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515

575

511

22

44

486

500

467

569

376

605

586

617

614

261

483

O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar

Out over the Forth, I looked to the north

449

Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare
"Praise Woman still," his Lordship roars

Rash mortal, and slanderous poet
Raving winds around her blowing
Revered defender of beauteous Stuart.
Right, Sir, your text I'll prove it true.
Robin was a rovin boy.

Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi' him
Rusticity's ungainly form

423

542

307

333

294

246

91

363

273

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled
Searching auld wives' barrels

See the smoking bowl before us
Sensibility, how charming
She is a winsome wee thing

She's fair and fause that causes my smart
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
Shrewd Willie Smellie to Crochallan came
Sic a reptile was Wat, sic a miscreant slave
Sing hey, my braw John Highlandman
Sing on, sweet thrush upon the leafless bow
Sir, as your mandate did request

535

397

137

481

502

367

354

281

550

131

513

199

"Stop thief?" Dame Nature called to Death

Strait is the spot, and green the sod
Streams that glide in orient plains
Sweet are the banks-the banks o' Doon

Sweet closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn wood

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299

313

449

454