118 INDEX OF FIRST LINES xi PAGE 305 112 33 Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white, 338 89 341 187 Oh, call my brother back to me, Oh, Mary, go and call the cattle home, 133 185 257 239 276 292 349 139 Oh! the days are gone when Beauty bright, 345 127 280 Oh where, and oh where, is your Highland laddie gone, 197 Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered, O whistle and I'll come to ye, my lad,. 183 10 O, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, O world! O life! O time! out 186 284 Red rows the Nith 'tween bank and brae, 94 268 271 92 She is a winsome wee thing, . 187 She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, . 272 She stood breast high among the corn, She walks in beauty like the night, 280 Some asked me where the rubies grew,. 111 Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules, 160 Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king, Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town, The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, PAGE The harp that once through Tara's halls, 271 The King sits in Dunfermline town, 21 The laird o' Cockpen, he's proud an' he's great, 198 There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, 254 51 There is a garden in her face, 91 There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, 272 There was a youth, a well beloved youth, 65 There was three kings into the East, 190 There were three ladies play'd at the ba', 52 There were three sailors of Bristol city, 341 331 304 291 The time I've lost in wooing, 275 They grew in beauty side by side, Three fishers went sailing out into the west, Tiger, tiger, burning bright, Was this fair face the cause, quoth she, When Britain first, at Heaven's command, When daisies pied and violets blue, 147 152 295 81 When the British warrior queen, When the sheep are in the fauld, when the kye's come PAGE 149 While larks with little wing,. hame, When this old cap was new, When we two parted, Where gang ye, thou silly auld carle, Where the bee sucks, there lurk I, Who is Sylvia? what is she, Why does your brand so drop with blood, 157 100 278 265 86 180 81 225 Why do ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears, . 115 121 You are old, father William, the young man cried, 237 You spotted snakes with double tongue, 90 |