Fy let us a' to the bridal Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean For the fake of fomebody 82 ΠΙΟ 181 Fair, fweet and young, receive a prize Fair Iris and her fwain 184 232 From grave leffons and restraint Fie! Liza, fcorn the little arts Farewell, my bonny, witty, pretty Maggy From rofy bowers, where fleeps the god of love Fair Amoret is gone aftray 234 250 256 284 305 From White's and Will's 346 114 Go, go, go, go falfest of thy fex begone 310 Gently touch the warbling lyre 347 Gently ftir and blow the fire 347 Good madam, when ladies are willing 401 Good people, draw near 441 How H. How fweetly smells the fimmer green How happy is the rural clown 96 125 186 -How fhall I be fad when a husband I hae Hid from himself now by the dawn Here are people and sports How happy are we Here's a health to the king, and a lafting peace He that will not merry merry be Hark how the trumpet founds to battle 201 203 268 280 291 292 303 He, who for ever 309 How happy a flate does the miller poffefs 322 How bleft are beggar-laffes 348 Having spent all my time 353 How pleasant a failor's life paffes 364 Happy the world in that bleft age 385 Hark! away, 'tis the merry ton'd horn In vain, fond youth, thy tears give o'er In April, when primrofes paint the fweet plain I will awa' wi' my love Jocky faid to Jeany, Jeany, wilt thou do't If love's a sweet paffion why does it torment 124 128 I tofs and tumble thro' the night I have a green purfe and a wee pickle gowd 140 168 Jocky Jocky met with Jenny fair I was anes a well tocher'd lafs If the be not kind as fair In spite of love at length I've found 176 178 191 201 254 272 293 296 306 307 It was in and about the Martinmas time 343 I thank thee, my friend 366 I have been in love, and in debt, and in drink 368 I once was a poet at London 374 If heaven, its bleffings to augment. 379 In yonder town there wons a May 381 I'll fing you a ditty, and warrant it true 385 I had a heart, that now does heartless gae Let's be jovial, fill our glaffes Love, thou art the best of human joys Let foldiers fight for prey or praise Leander on the bay Little fyrene of the stage. Let's drink, my friends, while here we live 242 250 253 319 375 413 Let us drink and be merry, dance joke and rejoice 424 Let matters of ftate My Jocky blyth for what thou has done My mither's ay gloran o'er me My fweeteft May, let love incline thee My dear and only love, I pray My Patie is a lover gay My Jeany and I have toil'd 433 My foger laddie 195 My Peggy is a young thing My days have been fo wondrous free 229 Maiden fresh as a rose 240 My friend and I My Chloe, why do ye flight me My dear miftrefs has a heart N. Nanfy to the green wood gane O. O lovely maid! how dear's thy pow'r 14 O Bell, thy looks have kill'd my heart 31 O Sandy, why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn 44 5.3 163 O waly, waly up the bank O virgin kind! we canna tell O Jeany, Jeany, where has thou been O dear Peggy, love's beguiling Oh lead me to fome peaceful gloom Oh! the charming month of May 270 One evening as I lay 275 One long Whitfun holy-day 279 One April morn, when from the fea 280 O furprifing lovely fair 308 On a bank of flowers 311 |