Bonny lassie, will ye go,

ii. 148
iii. 304
ii. 118

iii. 190

iv. 13

iv. 113

my

pains,

iv. 63

iv. 33

.

iii. 258

iv. 207

Bonny wee thing, cannie wee thing,
But lately seen in gladsome green, iv. 95
By Allan stream I chanced to rove,
By yon castle wa', at the close of the
day,
iii. 167
Ca' the yowes to the knowes, iv. 83, 258
Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy? iv. 113
Clarinda, mistress of my soul,
ii. 207
Come, let me take thee to my breast, iv. 16
Coming through the rye, poor body, iv. 269
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi'
mair,

Could aught of song 'declare

Deluded swain, the pleasure,

Dire was the hate at old Harlaw, . iv. 182
Does haughty Gaul invasion threat? iv. 148
Duncan Gray cam here to woo,
Fairest maid on Devon banks,

Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,
Had I a cave on some wild distant
shore,

Here awa', there awa', wandering
Willie,
iii. 210, 282, 288
Here is the glen, and here the bower, iv. 71
Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear,. iv. 193
Here's a health to them that's awa', iii. 265
Here's to thy health, my bonny lass, iv. 64
How can my poor heart be glad, iv. 81
How cruel are the parents,
iv. 160
How long and dreary is the night, iv. 92
How pleasant the banks of the clear
winding Devon,
ii. 169
Husband, husband, cease your strife, iv. 41
I am a bard of no regard,
i. 180
I am a son of Mars, who have been
in many wars,

ii. 304

iv. 11

i. 31

iii. 86

ii. 302

I'll aye ca' in by yon town,

iv. 273

I'll kiss thee yet, yet,

ii. 216

In Mauchline there dwells six proper
young belles,

i. 97

In simmer, when the hay was mawn, iii. 235
I once was a maid, though I cannot
tell when,

i. 175

Is there, for honest poverty,

iv. 129

iii. 199

Farewell, thou stream that winding
flows,

iv. 107

It is na, Jean, thy bonny face,
It was a' for our rightfu' king,
It was in sweet Senegal that my foes
did me enthral,

iv. 262

iv. 274

iv. 268