When biting Boreas, fell and doure What needs this din about the town o' Lon'on. 115 The wind blew hollow frae the hills Thou whom chance may hither lead (another version) Thou, who thy honour as thy God rever'st. Through and through the inspired leaves 'Tis Friendship's pledge, my young fair friend. 220 'Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle 'Twas where the birch and sounding thong are Upon a simmer Sunday morn Upon that night, when fairies light Wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf . 539 147 . 572 . 278 5 When Death's dark stream I ferry o'er • 133 . 270 While at the stook the shearers cow'r Whoe'er thou art, () reader, know Whoe'er thou art, these lines now reading Why am I loath to leave this earthly scene? Wow, but your letter made me vauntie ! . 270 . 283 . 564 . 128 81 . 183 Ye hypocrites! are these your pranks? Ye Irish lords, ye knights an' squires Ye maggots, feed on Nichol's brain . 574 231 275 Ye men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering 273 and through. Sir . 276 574 .815 Banks o' bonnie Doon Bannocks o' barley Bannockburn-Bruce's address to his army The same, as altered at the suggestion of Behold the hour, the boat arrive Bessy and her spinning-wheel Bonnie Ann Bonnie Bell Bonnie Jean Bonnie Leslie Bonnie Mary Bonnie Peg Bonnie wee thing 451 . 346 . 291 . 508 286 393 284 . 285 288 308 298 294 ++ By Allan stream I chanced to rove Ca' the yowes to the knowes Can I cease to care Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy? Captain Grose Cassillis' banks Castle Gordon Clarinda (To) on her leaving Edinburgh Cock up your beaver Come boat me o'er to Charlie Come down the back stairs Come, let me take thee to my breast Coming through the rye Contented wi' little Craigie-burn wood Dainty Davie . Damon and Sylvia December night Delia Deluded swain Duncan Gray Eppie Adair Extempore-0 why the deuce, &c. Fair Eliza Fair Jenny Fairest maid on Devon banks Farewell to Eliza Farewell to Nancy Farewell thou stream Forlorn, my love, no comfort near Frae the friends and land I love . 383 Her daddie forbad Her flowing locks, the raven's wing Here's to thy health, my bonnie lass Hey, the dusty miller Honest poverty How lang and dreary is the night . 426 388 • 302 I hae a wife o' my ain I'm owre young to marry yet I do confess thou art sae fair I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing I red you beware at the hunting I'll ay ca' in by yon town I'll kiss thee yet 444 441 325 • 450 • 383 . 447 It is na, Jean, thy bonnie face It was the charming month o' May Jamie, come try me Lament of a mother for the death of her son Landlady, count the lawin Lassie wi' the lint-white locks Let not woman e'er complain Logan braes |