Gay is thy glen Corrie G. Gie me a lass with a lump of land Green grow the rashes, O! H. Had I a cave on some wild, distant shore Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie Here awa', there awa', here awa', Willie Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear Hey, how my Johnie lad Hie upon Hielands 344 How blest has my time been! what joys have I known How can I be blythe and glad 80 How sweet this lone vale, and how soothing to feeling How sweet thy modest light to view How sweetly smells the summer green I lo'e nae a laddie but ane Page 173 I lov'd thee once, I'll love no more I'm wearing awa, Jean In winter, when the rain rain'd cauld 244 Now P Now S Now w Is there, for honest poverty It's gude to be merry and wise 153 I've heard them lilting 155 I've seen thee smiling I wish I were where Helen lie O Bess O Bess J. Of a' t Jenny's a' wat poor lassie John Anderson my jo, John Introd. John Anderson my jo, cum in as ze gae by Keen blaws the win' o'er the braes o' Gleniffer 142 Kenmure's on and awa, Willie Know ye the fair one whom I love! $10 Of Nel 0 gin O Logi O Mar O merr O mith Of mig 0, my O Natu On Ett. Lang hae we parted been 320 On Lin Let us go, lassie, go Let us haste to Kelvin Grove, bonnie lassie, O rattli O saw Osaw 0 thou Our bu Our gu My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here My Patie is a lover gay 123 Our nat Our thi O waly O weel O welco 0, were O what O Willi 153 0, your My Peggy is a young thing My sheep I neglected, I broke my sheep-hook Oh, how hard it is to find O Logie of Buchan, its Logie the laird O lusty Maye, with Flora quene O luve will venture in, where it daurna weel be seen O Mary at thy window be O merry may the maid be O mither dear I 'gin to fear O mither! mither! let me be Our bugles sang truce-for the night cloud had lower'd 300 O, young Lochinvar has come out of the west 273 Saw ye my wee thing, saw ye my ain thing Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled 124 259 253 340 Introd 243 232 The dark gray o' gloamin 3:29 The day is departed, and round from the cloud 199 The day returns, my bosom burns 221 The gloamin saw us a' sit down 329 The gypsies cam to the Earl o' Cassilis' gate 346 Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon The moon had climb'd the highest hill The moon's on the lake, and the mists on the brae 193 277 254 113 27 1 There came a young man to my daddie's door There lived a lass in Inverness Page 45 299 52 306 There was ance a May, and she loe'd nae men 133 There was a lass, and she was fair 239 The robin came to the wrens nest 72 The smiling morn, the breathing spring The smiling plains profusely gay The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond The sun is sunk, the day is done The sun rises bright in France The sun sets in night and the stars shun the day The tears I shed must ever fall The wind comes frae the land I love The winter time is past The yellow hair'd laddie sat down on yon brae 'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing |