Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie, 63 The Author's Earnest Cry and Prayer, 207
Bonny lassie, will ye go,
Bonny wee thing, cannie wee thing, But lately seen in gladsome green, iv. 95 By Allan stream I chanced to rove, By yon castle wa', at the close of the day, iii. 167 Ca' the yowes to the knowes, iv. 83, 258 Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy? iv. 113 Clarinda, mistress of my soul, ii. 207 Come, let me take thee to my breast, iv. 16 Coming through the rye, poor body, iv. 269 Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair,
Could aught of song 'declare
Deluded swain, the pleasure,
Dire was the hate at old Harlaw, . iv. 182 Does haughty Gaul invasion threat? iv. 148 Duncan Gray cam here to woo, Fairest maid on Devon banks,
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, Had I a cave on some wild distant shore,
Here awa', there awa', wandering Willie, iii. 210, 282, 288 Here is the glen, and here the bower, iv. 71 Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear,. iv. 193 Here's a health to them that's awa', iii. 265 Here's to thy health, my bonny lass, iv. 64 How can my poor heart be glad, iv. 81 How cruel are the parents, iv. 160 How long and dreary is the night, iv. 92 How pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon, ii. 169 Husband, husband, cease your strife, iv. 41 I am a bard of no regard, i. 180 I am a son of Mars, who have been in many wars,
I'll aye ca' in by yon town,
In Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles,
In simmer, when the hay was mawn, iii. 235 I once was a maid, though I cannot tell when,
Is there, for honest poverty,
Farewell, thou stream that winding flows,
It is na, Jean, thy bonny face, It was a' for our rightfu' king, It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral,
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