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Nae mair we'll meet again, my love, by yon burn side, Jokes Siza, 78 No glory I covet, no riches I want,

pote No, Mary, we can meet nae mair,

169 Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note,

Haily, Now closed for aye thy coal-black een,

R. Anderson,

216 Now, Mary, now the struggle's o'er,

John Sim,

91 Now spring has clad the grove in green,

Burns, Now the ruddy sun is setting,

J. B.,

90 Now winter is gane and the clouds flee away,

note Hamilton and Tannakill, 311

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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,
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,
Oh! I hae lost my silken snood,
Oh, once there were minutes when light my heart beat,
Oh! that the chemist's magic art,
Oh! weep not, sweet maid, though the bright

Moore,

R. Allar,
Campbell,

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R. Allan,
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tear of beauty,
0! if you hae a heart to spare,

I hae twin'd wi' meikle love,
O laddie, can you leave me,
0, lady, twine no wreath for me,
O meikle thinks my love of my beauty,
On Albyn's mist-clad hills of grey,
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,
O slumber, my darling, thy sire is a knight,

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Mary,

257
James Yool, 162
R. Allan, 316
Tannakill, 261
Scott,
Burns,

97 C.M.T.M., 243 R. Allan, 226

841 J. Montgomery, 221 Rogers,

17 J. B.

S5 Burns,

116 R. Allan, Terry,

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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,
( 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

so wild,
o Willie, weel I mind, I lent you my hand,

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L.,

110
Chatterton, 229
John Sim, 215
Burne,

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V.,

342
John Sim, 180

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John Sim, 66
Camoens, 374

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J. Montgomery 365
Burns,

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Mrs. Grant, 213

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Saw ye Johnnie commin', quo' she,

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See in pride of summer growing,

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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,

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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,

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Haily,

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Moore, 138
Burns, 108

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R. Allan, 41
Rogers,

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Scott,

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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

pain,
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 faney's ear,

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Take, oh, take those lips away,
That life's a faught there is nae doubt,
Tell me where's the violet fled,
The bell had tolld the midnight hour,
The boatswain's shrill whistle pip'd all hands ahoy,
The cauld blasts of winter blaw chill o'er the plain,
The gale is bigh, the bark is light,
The gloamin' frse 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,
The night-dew fell on a lovely rose,
The old shepherd's dog, like his master, was

grey,
The pearl of the fountain,
The primrose may blow in the dawn o' the

spring,
There is an hour of peaceful rest,
There is, when day's last shadows fly,
There's kames o'hinny 'tween my luve's lips,
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,

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Jola Sim,

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The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond, Tannahill, . 376 The sun was wearing down the lift,

322 The wandering exile, doom'd to roam,

258 The warrior came down from his tent on the hill,

390 The weary pund o' tow,

21 They made her a grave too cold and damp,

note Moore, 337 The young May-moon is beaming, love,

Moore, 272 This bottle's the sun of our table,

Sheridan, 309 This life is all chequered with pleasures and woes, Moore, 263 This pledge of affection, dear Ellen, receive,

R. A. Smith, Though the winter of age wreathes her snow on his head,

note W. M'Laren, 106 Thou art not false, but thou art fickle,

Byron,

6 Thou dark winding Carron, once pleasing to see,

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',

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86 Thy braes are bonny, Yarrow stream,

note Rev. John Logan, 314 Thy woods and glades, sweet Arthurlie,

note Jolan 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, . 896 "Tis thy will, and I must leave thee,

note Mrs. Opie,

26 To England's towers of Oak, farewell,

191 To thee, lov'd Dee, thy gladsome vales,

170 To yon fause stream, that near the sea,

208 'Twas a keen frosty morn, and the snow heavy falling, Upton, 849 'Twas in a lonely cottage dwelling, 'Twas in the evening of a wintry day,

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Roscoe,

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R. Allan, 104

352 Tannahill, 425 Byron,

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 ye 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,

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Anderson, 130
Rec. J. Skinner 29
Miss Aitken, 353
Montgomery, 420

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When hope lay hush'd in silent night,
When I beheld thy blue eye shine,
When life from this bosom for ever is fled,
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

no more,
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,

Mrs. Costello, 293
Mrs. Opie,
Mrs. Opie, 118

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Yes, dearest maid, I love thee still,

James Yool, 279 Yes, I will go with thee, my love,

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

Zephyr, whither art thou straying ?

360

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