What force or guile could not subdue,

Thro' many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few,

For hireling traitors' wages.
The English steel we could disdain,

Secure in valour's station;
But English gold has been our bane:

Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

O would, or I had seen the day

That treason thus could sell us, My auld grey head had lain in clay,

Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith and power till my last hour

I'll mak this declaration,
Were bought and sold for English gold:

Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

HOW HAPPY IS HE. Tune-"Good night and joy be wi' you a'.” How happy is he, whoe'er he be,

That in his lifetime meets one true friend, Who cordially does sympathize

In words, in action, heart, and mind : My kind respects do not neglect,

Altho' my wealth or state be small; With a melting heart, and a mournful eye,

I beg that peace be wi' you all.

My loving friends, I kiss your hands,

For time invites me now to move; On your poor servant lay commands, Who is ambitious of your love.

He-whose pow'r and might, both day and night,

Governs the depths, makes rain to fall, To sun and moon gives course of light,

Direct, protect, defend you all.

I do protest, within my breast,

Your memory I'll not neglect; On that record I'll lay arrest,

No change shall ever alter it.
All I desire of earthly bliss,

Is to be freed from guilt or thrall;
I hope kind heav'n will grant me this:

Good night, and joy be wi' you all.

END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.

Bannocks o' bear-meal, bannocks o' barley, . . . . . • 271
Behind yon hills where Lugar flows, ... Burns, . • 239
Beneath a hill, 'mang birken bushes, ... Fletcher, . • 234
Betty early gone a maying, . . . . . .

282
Blow on rude tempest wildly rave, ... J. Burtt, . . 330
Blythe hae I been on yon hill, ... .. Burns, . . 312
Blythe was the time when he fee'd, . ... Tannahill, . 253
Blythe young Bess to Jean did say, ....

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Broad set the sun o'er wild Glencoe, ..

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Caledonia, my country, thy rivers and fountains, T. Smith, . 57
Cauld blaws the wind frae north to south, . . . . . .
Cold blaws the wind frae east to west, .. Burns, ..
Come alang wi' me my love, ...... J. Burtt, . .
Come gies a sang the lady cried, .... Skinner, ..
Come under my plaidie, the night's gaun to fa', Macneill, .

min' thro' the craigs o' Kyle,. . . . . Jean Glover,
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi mair, . Burns, . . 142
Draw near ye warblers wild, in woe, .. M. ... 326
Duncan Gray cam here to woo, ....

Burns,

Ey’ning sheds her gems o' dew, . . . . . . . . . .
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,.... . . . .. 338
Farewell thou fair day, thou green earth, . Burns, . 92
Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean, Ramsay, . . 117
Farewell ye vales where Avon flows, ... A. Simson, , 282
Far lone amang the Highland hills, .. . Tannahill, 229
First when Maggy was my care, · · · · Burns, . . 253
From thee Eliza I must go, : • •

Do. . .
From the sea-beaten coast of Scotia I wander, Scadlock, - 16
Gloomy winter's come again, ...... Aitchison, . 209
Gloomy winter's now awa, . .... Tannahill, 199
Good night and joy be wi' you a', .... A. Boswell, . 240

Had I a cave on some wild distant shore, . Burns, .. 15
Hae ye seen in the calm dewy morning, · · Burns, jun. . 141
Hear me, ye nymphs, and ev'ry swain, .. Crawford, ' . 242
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Burns, . . 105
Hersel pe Highland Shentleman, . . . . . . . . .
Hie bonnie lassie blink over the burn, . . . . . . . 320
How blythe hae I been wi' my Sandy,. . . . . . . .
How blythe was I ilk morn to see, . ..
How dear to think on former days. . . . D. Weir. .
How happy is he, whoe'er he be, · · · ·

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How hard's the fate of womankind, ... A Lady, · ·
How long and drearie is the night, . . . Burns, ..
How pleasant the banks of the clear, &r . Do. ..

How sweet is the scene, ....... Richard Gall, 194
Hush, ye rude breezes, my Harry is coming, A. Simson, 297

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I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen, ..... Burns, .. 78
I had a hurse, I had nae mair, .... ... .. 119
I'll aye ca' in by yon town, ... ... Burns, . • 275
I lo'ed near a laddie bat ane, ..... Macneill, ..
I met my dear lassie yestreen in the vale, Fletcher, 312
I'm now a gude farmer, I've acres o' lan', . A. Scott, ... 213
I'm wearing awa, Jean, . . . . . . . . . . . .

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In ancient times, as songs rehearse, ...

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In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain, Ramsay, . 110
In the garb of old Gaul,...

327
In winter when the rain rain'd cauld, ... ... 26
I see a form, I see a face, . . . . . . Burns, . 72
Is there for honesty poverty, ... . Do. . . 197
It was upon a Lammas night, ..... Do. .. 154
I've heard them lilting, at the ewe milking, . ..... 100
I've seen the lily on the wold, ..... Hogg, ... 24
I've seen the smiling of fortune beguiling, . Mrs Cockburn, 166
I wish I were where Helen lies,
Jockey said to Jenny, Jenny wilt thou do't, . Ramsay, .277

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Keen blaws the win' o'er the braes o'Gleniffer, Tannahill, . 244
Keen blaws the wind o’er Donnocht head, . Pickering, . 174
Kind, an' blythe, and sweet as onie, .i. Anonymous, 291
Lasses look na sourly meek, ...... J. Burtt, . . 331
Last May a braw wooer came down, ... Burns, . . 192
Let bardies tune the rural strain, . . . . M P. ... 172
Let drunkards sing in praise o' wine, .... Charles Gray, 196
Let them boast of the country gave Patrick, A0CE2:0
Let us go, lassie, go, :.::..... Tannahill,
London's bonnie woods an' braes, . . . . Do. 294
Lowland lassie, wilt thou go, . . . . . Do.

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Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion, ... Burns, 307
Meg, muckin at Geordie's byre, ....

... J. Nicol, . . 186
Mid life's busy scenes, .... Anonymous, 338
Mirk and rainy is the night, ...... Tannahill, . 303
Musing on the roaring ocean, ..... Burns, . . 196
My daddie is a canker'd carle, . . . . . . . . . . 8
My heart's in the Highlands, ..... Burns, .161