By Allan stream I chanced to rove By yon castle wa', at the close of the day Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy Come let me take thee to my breast Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair Dear S, the sleest, paukie thief Keen blaws the wind o'er Donnocht-head Ken you ought o' Captain Grose Kilmarnock wabsters, fidge an' claw 104 225 . 237 144 . 216 • 223 232 240 Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face . 128 Farewell thou stream that winding flows .200 172 For lords or kings I dinna mourn . 160 167 . 111 O a' ye pious godly flocks .160 149 . 142 ib. O ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten 233 O leeze me on my spinning wheel How pleasant the banks of the clear-winding De- Old Winter with his frosty beard . 168 O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay O Thou dread Power who reign'st above 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 Turn again, thou fair Eliza 169 203 O ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains Raving winds around her blowing She is a winsome wee thing . 182 She's fair and fause that causes my smart Sing on, sweet thrush, upon thy leafless bough Sleep'st thou, or wakest thou, fairest creature Some books are lies frae end to end . 179 |