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INDEX OF FIEST LINES.
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Pibroch of Donuil Dhu
Put off, and row wi' speed .
Red, red is the path to glory.
heart) . . . •
Eoy's TcLfe of Aldivalioch .
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(Joy of my
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Sad am I, and sorrow-laden. (Farewell !)
" Saw ye Johnnie comin'," quo' she
Saw ye nae my Peggy ? . . .
Scots, wha ha'e wi' Wallace bled !
See afar yon hill Ardmore. (The praise of Islay) 198
She's fair and fause ....
Should auld acquaintance be forgot. (Auld
lang syne) ......
Since all thy vows, false maid
Since my loved one has gone
Sing couthilie, couthilie, merrie an' free. (My
ain hoose) ......
Sing the praises o' my dearie
Smile na sae sweet, my bonnie babe. (Fine
flowers in the valley) ....
Sweet sir, for your courtesie. (My jo Janet) .
Sweet youth's a blithe and heartsome time
The Campbells are comin' ....
The De'il cam' fiddlin' thro' the toun. (The
De'il's awa' wi' the Exciseman)
The Isle of Mull is of isles the fairest .
The Laird o' Cockpen ....
The lass o' Patie's Mill ....
The lily of the vale is sweet
1 The love that I hae chosen. (The Lowlands
o' Holland)
The mirk is gathering in the glen (Highland
Cradle Song) . . .
The news frae Moidart cam' yestreen. (Wha'll
be King but Charlie ?) .
The pawky auld carle cam' owre the lea.
(The Gaberlunzie man) ....
The smiling Spring. (Bonnie Bell)
The stars are burning cheerily, cheerily.
(Turn ye to me) .....
The weary pund o' tow ....
The wind is fair. (Farewell to Fiunaiy !)
The winter it is past .....
The women are a' gane wud
The yellow-hair'd laddie ....
There grows a bonnie brier-bush .
There's nought but care on ev'ry hand.
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There was a lad was born in Kyle ' . . 236
There was a lass, and she was fair . . 237
There was anes a May. (Were na my heart
licht I wad dee) 238
Three score o' nobles rade up the King's ha'.
(Glenogie) 239
Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue . . . 240
To the Lords o' Convention. (Bonnie Dundee) 242
'Twas in that season of the year. (Eoslin
Castle) 248
'Twas on a simmer's afternoon. (The Lass
o' Cowrie) 244
'Twas within a mile o' Edinburgh town . 246
We'll meet beside the dusky glen . . . 249
Were I but able to rehearse. (The ewie wi'
the crookit horn) . . . . .250
Wha the de'il ha'e we gotten for a king.
(The wee, wee German Lairdie) . . 252
Wha wadna be in love wi' bonnie Maggie
Lauder ? (Maggie Lauder) . . . 254
Wha wadna fecht for Charlie ? . . . 256
Whar' ha'e ye been a' day ? (My boy
Tammie) 258
What ails this heart o' mine ? . . . 259
What's a' the steer, Kimmer ? . . . 260
What's this dull town to me ? (Robin Adair) 261
When all the birds in Gaelic sang . . 262
When I think on this warld's pelf. (Shame
fa' the gear and the blathrie o't !) . . 263
When life was gay an' hope was young . . 264
When o'er the hill the eastern star. (My ain
kind dearie, 0) .... . 265
When trees did bud. (Doun the burn, Davie) 266
When wild war's deadly blast was blawn.
(The soldier's return) . . . .268
Where are the joys I have met in the morning ? 267
Where ha'e ye been a' the day ? . . . 274
Why weep ye by the tide, ladye ? (Jock o'
Hazeldean) 270
Wi' a hundred pipers an' a' . . . 272
Will ye gang to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay ? 275
Will ye go to the ewe-bughts, Marion ? . 276
Wilt thou be my dearie ? . . . .277
With the Loorgeen, o hee. (Boat Song) . 284
Ye banks and braes. (Highland Mary) . 278
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon . . 280
Young Jamie lo'ed me weel. (Auld Eobin
Gray) 282