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O wha is she that lo'es me
O saw ye bonny Lesley
O saw ye my dear, my Phely
O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay
O tell na me o' wind and rain
O this is no my ain lassie
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
O Thou who kindly dost provide
O Tibbie, I hae seen the day
O wat ye wha's in yon town
O were I on Parnassus' hil
True hearted was he the sad swain o' the Yarrow. 196
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O were my love yon lilach fair
Turn again, thou fair Eliza
O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad
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A variation in the chorus
O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut
O wert thou in the cauld blast
We cam na here to view your warks
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O ye wha are sae guid yoursel
O ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains Raving winds around her blowing Revered defender of beauteous Stuart Right Sir! your text I'll prove it true
Sad thy tale, thou idle page
Sae flaxen were her ringlets
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When chapman billies leave the street
When chill November's surly blast
When Death's dark stream I ferry o'er
When Guilford good our pilot stood
When lyart leaves bestrew the yird
When o'er the hill the eastern star.
When wild war's deadly blast was blawn
Where are the joys I hae met in the morning
The same with an additional stanza
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178
Sleep'st thou, or wakest thou, fairest creature
Where braving angry winter's storms
Where Cart rins rowin to the sea
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While briers an' woodbines budding green
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The friend whom wild from wisdom's way
The gloomy night is gath'ring fast
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary
Wilt thou be my dearie
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The hunter lo'es the morning sun
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The lamp of day, with ill-presaging glare
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28. Mr B. to Mr T. Hurt at the idea of pecuniary
recompense-Remarks on songs
204
29. Mr T. to Mr B.
Musical expression
ib.
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32. Mr T. to Mr B.
Mr Allan-Drawing from
'John Anderson my jo'
33. Mr B. to Mr T. With Had I a cave,' &c. Some airs common to Scotland and Ireland
34 Mr B. to Mr T. With By Allan stream I
chanced to rove'
35
Mr B. to Mr T. With Whistle and I'll come
to you, my lad,' and 'Awa wi' your belles
and your beauties'
36. Mr B. to Mr T. With Come let me take thee
to my breast'
37. Mr B. to Mr T.
38. Mr T. to Mr B.
Daintie Davie
Delighted with the produc-
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59. Mr T. to Mr B. Has been examining Scottish
collections-Ritson-Difficult to obtain an-
cient melodies in their original state
60. Mr B. to Mr T. Recipe for producing a love-
song 'Saw ye my Phely'- Remarks and
anecdotes How long and dreary is the
night Let not woman e'er complain '—
'The lover's morning salute to his mistress
-The Auld Man Keen blaws the wind o'er Donnochthead,' in a note .. . 222 61. Mr T. to Mr B. Wishes he knew the inspiring Fair One-Ritson's historical essay not inte-
resting-Allan-Maggie Lauder
. 207 62. Mr B. to Mr T. Has begun his Anecdotes, &c.
-My Chloris mark how green the groves'—
Love It was the charming month of May'
-Lassie wi' the lint-white locks '-History
of the Air Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon-James Miller-Clarke-The black keys-Instances of the difficulty of tracing the origin of ancient airs
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