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Nae mair we'll meet again, my love, by you burn side, Joken Sim, . 78
No glory I covet, no riches I want, . . note . . .
No, Mary, we can meet nae mair,
Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note, . note Haily, .
Now closed for aye thy coal-black cen, . . . R. Anderson, 216
Now, Mary, now the struggle's o'er, . . . . John Sina,
Now spring has clad the grove in green, . . . Burns,
Now the ruddy sun is setting,
Now winter is gane and the clouds flee
away, . . . . . . note Hamilton and Tannakall, 311
O beauty, peerless is thy glow,
O cease, ye howling winds, to blow, . . . .
O check, my love, the falling tear,
O cherub, Content, at thy moss-covered shrine,. .
O fare ye weel, fair Cartha's side,
O for my awin Roy, quod gude Wallas, . note
Oft in the stilly night,
O Harp! that cheered my trembling limbs,
Oh! bright rose the sun on the beautiful ocean,
O heard you the Mermaid of the sea, . . .
0! heard you yon pibroch sound sad in the gale, .
Oh ! holy be the sod,
. . . . note
Oh ! I hae lost my silken snood,
Oh, once there were minutes when light my heart beat,
Oh! that the chemist's magic art, , . note
Oh! weep not, sweet maid, though the bright
tear of beauty, , . . . . . .
0! if you hae a heart to spare, . . . . .
O I hae twin'd wi' meikle love,
O laddie, can you leave me.
o, lady, twine no wreath for me,
O meikle thinks my love of my beauty,
On Albyn's mist-clad hills of grey, , . note
On blythsome mead at morn to stray.
O once I felt love, but I feel it no more,
Once in the flight of ages past, . . .
Once more, enchanting girl, adieu, . .
On the dark forest side an old minstrel sat playing, .
O poortith cauld, and restless love, . .
O sleep not, Mosca, but wait for thy love, . . .
slumber, my darling, thy sire is a knight, . .
R. Allan, . 316
Tannakill, . 261
Scott, . 204
Burne, . 97
. . . 341
J. Montgomery, 221
O stop na, bonnie bird, that strain,
O sweet is the calm dewy evening,
0! synge untoe mie roundelaie,
O thou hast seen the lily fair,
O Tibby I hae seen the day, .
O turn from me those stars of light, ..
Our father's brow was cold, his eye, .
Our Lady sat in our good Lord's ball, .
Our Youth will fade as fades the flower, .
Ovir Castell and Towre, ovir Citie and Toune,
O we aft hae met at e'en, bonnie Peggy, 0, .
O weep not thus,-we both shall know,
0, wha's at my chamber door,
0, when again shall my eyes rove,
0, when shall I visit the land of my birth, .
O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad,
O white foaming Rhaider, by thy roaring fall,
O! who rides by night through the woodlands
O Willie, weel I mind, I lent you my hand,
Saw ye Johnnie commin', quo' she, . . note
See in pride of summer growing, .
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,
She's fair and fause that causes my smart, .
She's gane to dwall in heaven, my lassie, . note
Silent and sad the minstrel sat,
Sleep on and dream of heaven awhile,
Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,
Son of the mighty and the free,
Soon as the sun, great ruler of the year,
R. Allan, .
Rogers, . 115
. . . 36
Aler, Wilson, 437
Spirits of love, who wander on, .
Star of the brave - whose beam hath shed,
Stay, glorious pageant, stay! it flies ! it fades !
Stay, lady, stay, for mercy's sake, . .
Steer, hither steer, your winged pines,
Subdued by misfortunes, and bowed down with
Summer comes, and in her train,
Sweet lady, look not thus again,
Sweet's the dew deck'd rose in June,
Sweet was yon note to fancy's ear,
. Author of " Home," 198
note John Sim, · 139
Moore, . 183
J. Goldie, 262
Take, oh, take those lips away,
That life's a fanght there is nae doubt, .
Tell me where is the violet fled,
The bell had tolld the midnight hour,
The boatswain's shrill whistle pip'd all hands ahoy,
The cauld blasts o* winter blaw chill o'er the plain,
The gale is bigh, the bark is light, . .
The gloamin' frae the welkin high, . . .
The health I once so much enjoyed, .
The kiss, dear maid, thy lip has left,
They lighted a taper at the dead hour of night,
The Lord's Marie has kepp'd her locks,
The lovely Ellen was laid in her shroud, .
The midges dance aboon the burn, . . note
The night-dew fell on a lovely rose, . .
The old shepherd's dog, like his master, was
The pearl of the fountain,
The primrose may blaw in the dawn o' the
spring. . .
There is an hour of peaceful rest, . . note
There is, when day's last shadows fiy, .
There's kames o'hinny 'tween my luve's lips, note
There's none to soothe my soul to rest,
The rose that blooms on yonder brier,
The russet suit of camel's hair,
The smiling plains, profusely gay, .
The smoke from yon cottage no longer is rising,
The song that lightens the languid way,
The storm sweeps wildly through the sky, . ,
The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond,. Tannahill, . 376
The sun was wearing down the lift,
The wandering exile, doom'd to roam,
. . . 258
The warrior came down from his tent on the hill, .
The weary pund o' tow,
. . . 21
They made her a grave too cold and damp, .
The young May-moon is beaming, love, ..
This bottle's the sun of our table, .
This life is all chequered with pleasures and woes, . Moore, .263
This pledge of affection, dear Ellen, receive,
R. A. Smith, 74
Though the winter of age wreathes her snow
on his head,
note W. M'Laren, 106
Thou art not false, but thou art fickle, .
Thou dark winding Carron, once pleasing to see, note Tannahill, . 302
Though yon fareweel may be my last,
. . . . 367
Thou must not linger, lovely one, .
· J. Munro, . 328
Thou’rt gane awa'; thou’rt gane awa', . note . . . 86
Thy braes are bonny, Yarrow stream, .
note Rev. John Logan, 314
Thy woods and glades, sweet Arthurlie,
note John Sim, . 192
'Tis said that men are false and fickle,
John Sim, . 133
"Tis no very lang sinsyne, .
. . . 71
'Tis sweet, when in the glowing west,
J. Bowller, .
'Tis thy will, and I must leave thee,
nole Mrs. Opie, .
To England's towers of Oak, farewell,
To thee, lov'd Dee, thy gladsome vales,
To yon fause stream, that near the sea,
'Twas a keen frosty morn, and the snow heavy falling, Upton, 349
"Twas in a lonely cottage dwelling,
"Twas in the evening of a wintry day,
Weep no more by shading tree,
Weep not for the fallen brave,
We'll meet beside the dusky glen, by yon burn side, .
Well! thou art happy, and I feel, .
What though 'tis true I've talk'd of love,
Whene'er yo come to woo me, Tam
When first I came to be a man,
When first upon your tender cheek, .
When friendship, love, and truth abound,
When hope lay hush'd in silent night,
When I beheld thy blue eye shine, .
When life from this bosom for ever is fied, .
When morn through rising vapour gleams, .
When sets the sun o'er Lomond's height, .
When time who steals our years away,
When winds the mountain oak assail, . .
When winter's cold tempests and snows are
Where art thou? on the moon-beams ? oh!
no, no, .
Where dost thou bide, bless'd soul of my love,
Where is my Owen, where is my true love?
Where the chilling north wind bowls,
Wherever I wander, be't foul or be't fair, .
While some seek the mountain, and some
seek the valley, .
White was the rose in his gay bonnet,
Why so sad is my heart, thus to leave thee alane,
Will he no come back again, .
Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, . .
Would'st thou know what makes life's cup
go cheerily round, · · ·
Yes, dearest maid, I love thee still, .
James Yool, 279 Yes, I will go with thee, my love, . note Lady Charlotte Campbell, 253 Yon wandering rill that marks the hill,
Burns, 266 Young Connel was gallant, young Ellen was fair, .. . . . 58 You remember, Ellen, our hamlet's pride, . . Moore, 152