Has auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? 165.
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlan ferlie, 102.
Hear, land o' cakes, and brither Scots, 360.
Her daddie forebad, her minnie forebad, 212.
Here awa! there awa! wandering Willie, 378.
Here Sowter Hood in Death does sleep, 129.
Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro', 323.

Hey, the dusty miller, 215.

How long and dreary is the night, 225.
How pleasant the banks of the Devon, 220.

I am my mammie's ae bairn, 205.

I bought my wife a stane o' lint, 298.

I do confess thou art sae fair, 286.

I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing, 216.

I fee'd a man at Martinmas, 324.

I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen, 270.

I gat your letter, winsome Willie, 113.

I hae a wife o' my ain, 298.

I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend, 91.

I married with a scolding wife, 201.

I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, 205.
In coming by the brig o' Dye, 218.

Inhuman man, curse on thy barbr'ous art, 357.
In simmer, when the hay was mawn, 305.

I sing of a whistle, a whistle of worth, 280.

Is there a whim-inspir'd fool? 131

It is na, Jean, thy bonie face, 289.

It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral, 317. It was upon a Lammas night, 123.

Jamie, come try me, 245.

John Anderson, my jo, John, 254.

Kilmarnock wabsters, fidge an' claw, 151.

Know thou, O stranger to the fame, 131.

Lament in rhyme, lament in prose, 32.
Landlady count the lawin, 223.

Lang hae we parted been, 241.

Late crippled of an arm, and now a leg, 342.

Let love sparkle in her e'e, 317.
Let other poets raise a fracas, 8.
Loud blaw the frosty breezes, 214.

Musing on the roaring ocean, 225.
My Harry is a gallant gay, 238.

My heart is a-breaking, dear tittie, 271
My heart's in the Highlands, 253.

My heart was ance as blythe and free, 203.

My lord, I know your noble ear, 367.

My loved, my honor'd, much respected friend, 65.

My love she's but a lassie yet, 244.

My memory's no worth a preen, 117.
My Sandy gied to me a ring, 237.
My son, these maxims make a rule, 162.

Nae gentle dames, tho' ne'er sae fair, 208.
No churchman am I for to rail, 194.
No cold approach, no alter'd mien, 292.
Now Nature hangs her mantle green, 340.
Now Simmer blinks on flow'ry braes, 206.
Now westlin' winds, and slaught'ring guns, 124.

O cam' ye here the fight to shun, 264.

O can ye labour lea, young man, 324.

O Death, hadst thou but spar'd his life, 128.
O Death! thou tyrant, fell and bloody, 335.
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, 248.
Oh, open the door, some pity to show, 382.
O how can I be blythe and glad, 285.

O how shall I, unskilfu', try, 296.

O John, come kiss me now, now, now, 276,

O Kenmure's on and awa' Willie, 301.

O Lady Mary Ann looks o'er the castle wa', 313.

O luve, will venture in, 308.

O leeze me on my spinning-wheel, 302.

O merry hae I been teethin' a heckle, 257.
O meikle thinks my love o' my beauty, 277.
O mount and go, 247

On a bank of flowers on a summer day, 243.
One Queen Artemisa, as old stories tell, 129.

Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care, 81.
O rattlin', roarin' Willie, 233.

O rough, rude, ready-witted Rankine, 120.
O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie, 290.

O some will court and compliment, 277.

O Thou dread Pow'r, who reign'st above, 174.
O Thou great Being! what Thou art, 176.
O thou pale orb, that silent shines, 78.
O Thou the first, the greatest friend, 177.
O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause, 87.
O Thou, whatever title suit thee, 26.

O Tibbie! I hae seen the day, 235.

Our thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair, 255.
O were I on Parnassus hill, 250.

O wha my babie-clouts will buy, 260.

O whaur did ye get that hauver-meal bannock, 202.

O when she cam been she bobbed, 299.

O whistle, and I'll come to ye my lad, 204.

O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, 268.

O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar, 238.

ye wha are sae guid yoursel, 162.

O ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains, 130.

Raving winds around her blowing, 224.

Right, Sir! your text I'll prove it true, 155.

Sad thy tale, thou idle page, 365.

Sensibility, how charming, 287.

She's fair and fause that causes my smart, 326.
Simmer's a pleasant time, 240.

Some books are lies frae end to end, 137.
Stay, my charmer, can you leave me, 210.
Stop, passenger! my story's brief, 338.
Sweet closes the eve on Craigieburn, 274.
Sweet flow'ret, pledge o' meikle love, 374.

Talk net of love, it gives me pain, 228.
Tam Samson's well-worn clay, 168.
The bairns gat out wi' an unco shout, 325.
The blude-red rose at Yule may blaw, 227.
The Catrine woods were yellow seen, 259.

The day returns, my bosom burns, 244.
The de'il cam' fiddling thro' the town, 327.
The gloomy night is gath'ring fast, 193.
The lazy mist hangs, 246.

The man in life, wherever placed, 175.
The noble Maxwells and their powers, 304.

The ploughman, he's a bonie lad, 222.

The poor man weeps-here Gavin sleeps, 131.

There lived a carl in Kellyburn braes, 315.

There's Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, 381.

There's a youth in this city, 252.

There's nought but care on ev'ry han', 190.

There was a lass, they ca'd her Meg, 217.

There was a pretty May, and a-milkin' she went, 309.

There was three kings into the east, 183.

The simple Bard, rough at the rustic plough, 143.

The smiling spring comes in rejoicing, 321.

The sun had clos'd the winter-day, 44.
The Tayler fell thro' the bed, 239.

The Thames flows proudly to the sea, 271.
The tither morn, when I forlorn, 293.
The weary pund, the weary pund, 297.

The wind blew hollow frae the hills, 345.
The wintry West extends his blast, 86.

They snool me me sair, and haud me down, 300.
Thickest night surround my dwelling, 211.
Tho' cruel fate should bid us part, 210.
Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, 262.
Tho' women's minds like winter winds, 267.

Thou whom chance may hither lead, 331.

Thou who thy honour as thy God rever'st, 348.

Turn again, thou fair Eliza, 306.

"Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle, 1.

'Twas when the stacks get on their winter-hap, 144.

Up in the morning's no for me, 213.

Upon a simmer Sunday morn, 19.

Upon that night when fairies light, 52.

Up wi' the carls o' Dysart, 323.

Weary fa' you, Duncan Gray, 221.

Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, 88.
Wee, sleeket, cowarn', tim'rous beastie, 71.
Wha is that at my bower door? 291.

Whare are ye gaun, my bonie lass, 266.

Whare live ye, my bonie lass, 303.

What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? 284.

What will I do gin my hoggie die?

When biting Boreas, fell and doure, 169.
When Chapman billies leave the street, 350.
When first my brave Johnny lad, 277.
When Guildford good our pilot stood, 185.
When in my arms, wi' a' thy charms, 232.
When the drums do beat, 247.

When rosy May comes in wi' flowers, 242.
When wild War's deadly blast was blawn, 384.
Where, braving angry winter's storms, 234.
Where Cart rins rowin' to the sea, 322.

Whare hae ye been sae braw, lad? 269,
While briars an' woodbines budding green, 104.
While new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake, 109.
While winds frae aff Ben-lomond blaw, 73.
While virgin Spring, by Eden's flood, 358.
Whoe'er thou art, O reader know, 130.
Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene, 172.
Why, ye tenants of the lake, 370.
Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, 312.
Wishfully I look and languish, 292.

Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon, 311.
Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon, 310.
Ye gallants bright, I rede ye right, 240.
Ye Irish lords, ye knights and squires, 12.
Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear, 307.
Young Jockey was the blythest lad, 266.
Young Peggy blooms our boniest lass, 199.