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INDEX
TO THE FIRST LINES OF THE SONGS IN THE FIRST VOLUME.
A Highland lad my love was born,
A wee bird cam' to our ha' door,
Alas, my son, you little know, (App.)
Alas, that I cam' o'er the muir,
At gloamin', if my lane I be,
Behind yon hills, where Lugar flows, .
Blythe, blythe, and merry are we,
Blythe, blythe, and merry was she, (App.)
Bonnie wee thing,
Braw, braw lads,
Busk ye, busk ye, (App. ICO,)
By Logan's streams that rin sae deep,
Cam' ye by Athol,
Ca' the yowes to the knowes, (App. 165,)
Come, gie's a sang, Montgomery cried,
Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar, (App.)
Duncan Gray cam' here to woo,
Farewell, thou fair day,
For lack of gold,
Get up, gudewife, don on your claise, (App.)
Gin I had a wee house,
Gloomy winter's now awa', (App. 159,)
Hear me, ye nymphs,
Here awa', there awa', wandering Willie,
Here's a health to ane I lo'o dear,
How blythe ilk morn was I to see, (App.)
How sweet this lone vale,
I lo'e na a laddie but ane,
I'm wearin' awa', Jean,
In winter, when the rain rain'd cauld,
Is there, for honest poverty,
It was upon a Lammas night,
I've heard them lilting, (App. 159,)
I've seen the smiling,
John Anderson, my jo, John, .
Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, .
My love's in Germany,
My love she's but a lassie yet, .
Oh ! Alastair Macalastair,
O Charlie is my darling,
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw,
O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide, (App.)
O Logie o' Buchan, Logie the laird,
O love will venture in,
O meikle thinks my love,
O mirk, mirk, is this midnight hour, .
O open the door, Lord Gregory,
VAGK
64
114
160
88
143
31
58
163
6
50
38
70
74
94
52
168
122
136
146
162
14
6
18
66
134
163
26
130
78
44
152
48
2
4
128
144
28
116
68
90
86
164
82
110
24
54
55
O puirtith cauld,
O send Lewie Gordon hame,
O sweet are thy banks, bonnie Tweed,
O this is no my ain lassie,
O thou broom, thou bonnie bush o' broom,
O true love is a bonnie flower,
Out owre yon moss,
O waly, waly, up the bank,
O wha is she that lo'es me,
O whistle, an' I'll come to you,
Oh! why left I my hame 1
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu,
Robin is my only joe,
Saw ye Johnnie comin' ?
Saw ye my father %
Scots, wha ha'e wi' Wallace bled,
The blairin' trumpet sounded far,
The e'enin' sun was glintin' bright,
The hills of my Highlands,
The laird o' Cockpen, he's proud and he's great,
The last time I cam' o'er the muir, (App.)
The love that I had chosen,
The murmur of the merry brook,
The news frae Moidart cam' yestreen,
The weary pund, the weary pund,
The winter it is past,
There's auld Rob Morris,
There cam' a young man to my daddy's door,
There grows a bonnie brier bush,
There's nought but care on ilka han',
Thou art gane awa',
Thou hast left me ever, Jamie,
'Twas in that season,
We'll meet beside the dusky glen,
Whar' ha'e ye been a' day,
What beauties does Flora disclose, (App.)
When o'er the hill the eastern star,
When the sheep are in the fauld,
When the sun o'er Kelly-law, (App.) .
When wild war's deadly blast,
Where are the joys I have met in the morning
Why should I, a brisk young lassie,
Will ye go, lassie, go, to the braes o' Balquhidder,
Will ye go to the ewe-bughts, Marion?
Wilt thou be my dearie 1
Ye maun gang to your father, Janet,
Young Jamie lo'ed me weel,
PAOB
106
40
104
108
56
32
51
100
46
36
12
96
10
132
103
80
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