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INDEX

To the Poetry, in the Alphabetical Order of the First Lines.

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ADOWN winding Nitb I did wander,
A Rose-bud by my early walk,
A ope, Lord Gregory thy Door,
An' O for ane and twenty Tam!
Ance mair I bail thee, thou gloomy December !
An honest man here lies at rest,
As down the burn they took their way,
As I stood by yon roofless tower,
Awa wi' your witchcraft obeauty's alarms,
Behold the hour, the boat arrive ;
Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe bae I been on yon bill,
Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
But lately seen in gladsome green,
By Allan-stream I chanc'd to rove,
Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy ?
Ca' the yowes to the knowes
Clarinda, mistress of my soul,
Come let me take thee to my breast,
Contented wi' little and cantie wi' mair,

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Deluded swain, the pleasure,
Does haughty Gaul invasion tbreat ?
Duncan Gray cam here to woo,
Fairest maid on Devon banks,
Farewell thou stream that winding flows
Fate gave the word, the arrow sped, .
Flow gently sweet Afton among tby green braes
Forlorn, my love, no comfort near,
Friend of the poet tried and leal,
Gane is the day and mirk’s the night,
Had I a cave on some wild distant shore,
Hail Poesie ! thou Nymph reserv'd! .
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, ,
Tbe altered
Here is the glen, and here the bower,
Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear,
Here where the Scottish muse immortal lives,
How can my poor heart be glad,
How cold is that bosom which folly once fired, .
How cruel are the parents
How lang and dreary is the night,
Husband, Husband, cease your strife,
I call no goddess to inspire my strains,
I gaed a waefu' gate, yestreen,
In simmer when the bay was mawn,
Is there, for bonest poverty,
It was the charming month of May,
Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss,
John Anderson my jo, John,
Keen blaws tbe wind o'er Donocbt-bead,
Ken ye ought o' Captain Grose ?
Kind Sir, I've read your paper through

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Lassie wi' tbe lintwbite locks,

192
Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen, 248
Let me wander where I will,

142
Let not woman e'er complain,

179
Long, long the night,

227
Loud blaw the frosty breezes,

275
Louis what reck I by thee,

337
Mark yonder pomp of costly fashian,

233
Maxwell, if merit bere you crave,

166
Musing on the roaring ocean,

279
My Chloris, mark bow green the groves,

188
My curse upon your venom'd stang,

393
My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie,

304
My heart is sair I dare na tell,

339
My bonored Colonel, deep I feel, .

390
My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form,

398
Nae gentle dames, tbo' e'er sae fair,

377
No more of your guests, be they titled or not,

384
No more, ye warblers of the wood, no more,

370
Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays

213
Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,

270
Now spring bas clad the grove in green,

240
Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers,

103
O bonnie was yon rosy
brier

242
O cam you bere the fight to shun,

362
O condescend, dear, charming maid

140
O gin my love were yon red rose, ·

75
O bad the malt thy strength of mind,

384
O ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten,

54
O Lassie, art thou sleeping yet

220
O leeze me on my spinning wheel, .

317
O leeze me on my wee thing

22
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O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide

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O Luve will venture in where it daur na weel be seen, 323
O Mary, at thy window be,

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O May, thy morn was ne'er so sweet,

341
O mirk, mirk is this midnight bour,

38
O meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty,

309
O my luve's like a red, red rose,

345
O Poortith cauld, and restless love,

29
O Philly, happy be that day,

201
O saw ye bonny Lesley,

15
O saw ye my dear, my Phely?

174
O stay, sweet warbling woodlark stay,

226
O tell na me o'wind and rain,

221
O this is no my ain lassie,

238
O thou, wbo kindly dost provide,

403
O Tibbie, 1 bae seen the day,

286
O wat ye wba's in yon town,

342
O wha is she that lo’es me,

395
O were I on Parnassus' bill !

291
O were my love yon lilac fair,

76
O whistle and I'll come to you my lad,

97
A Variation in the Chorus,

237
O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut,

296
Ob open the door, some pity to sbew,

44
Ob wert thou in the cauld blast, .

381
Of a the airts the wind can blaw,

293
Old winter with his frosty beard, ·

380
Raving winds around her blowing,

277
Revered defender of beauteous Stuart,

351
Sae flaxen were her ringlets,

163
Scots, wba bae wi' Wallace bled,

108
Sensibility how charming,

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She is a winsome wee thing,

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She's fair and fause that causes my smart,

332
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

123
Sing on sweet thrush, upon thy leafless bough,

383
Sir, as your mandate did request,

373
Sleep'st thou, or wak’st thou fairest creature;

181
Slow spreads the gloom my soul desires

329
Stay, my charmer, can you leave me?

272
Stay my Willie--yet believe me,
Sweet fa’s the eve on Craigie-burn,

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The Catrine woods were yellow seen,

294
The day returns, my bosom burns,

289
The friend whom wild from wisdom's way,

389
The bunter lo'es the morning sun .
The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill, 290
The lovely lass o' Inverness,

339
The smiling spring comes in rejoicing

335
The Thames flows proudly to the sea,

300
Their groves o' sweet myrtle lèt foreign lands reckon, 228
There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, 25
There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes,

31
There was a lass and she was fair,

79
There was once a day, but old Time was then
joung,

354
They snool me sair, and baud me down,

315
Thickest night o’erhang my dwelling!

273
Thine am I, my faithful fair,

138
Thine be the volumes, Jessy fair, .

382
This Day, Time winds tb'exbausted chain

365
Thou of an independent mind,

369
Thou has left me ever, Jamie;

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Thou sweetest minstrel of the grove,

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