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Farewell, thou stream that winding flows
Farewell to a' our Scottish fame
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong
First when Maggie was my care ............
Flow gently, sweet Afton
Forlorn, my love, no comfort near ..........
Frae the friends and land I love
From thee, Eliza, I must go ..
Full well thou know'st I love thee dear
Gane is the day and mirk's the night. .......
Gat ye me, oh gat ye me
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine
Had I a cave on some wild distant shore....
Hark, the mavis evening song.

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Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie .... 19
Here is the glen, and here the bower........ 14
Here's a bottle and an honest friend
Here's a health to ane I loe dear ............
Here's a health to them that's awa ..........
Here's to thy health, my bonnie lass

5
Her flowing locks

5
Hey the dusty miller

55
How can my poor heart be glad

126
How cruel are the parents

59
How long and dreary is the night

8
How pleasant the banks

14
Husband, husband, ccase your strife
I am my mammie's ae bairn
I bought my wife a stane o' lint

18
I coft a stane o' hasloch woo........
I do confess thou art sae fair.
I dreamed I lay where flowers were springing
I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen
I hae a wife o' my ain
I'll aye ca' in by yon town
I'll kiss thee yet, yet.
I married with a scolding wife ...
In coming by the brig o' Dye..
In Mauchline there dwells..
In simmer, when the hay was mawn ........

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I see a form, I see a face
Is there for honest poverty
It is na, Jean, thy bonnie face
It was a' for our rightít king
It was the charming month of a
It was upon a Lammas night
Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss
John Anderson, wyje, John
Landlady, count the levier
Last May, a braw Toget
Let not woman e' com
Louis, what reck Iby free
Loud blaw the frostre
Mark yonder pomp అను మతులు
My Chloris, mert bore et
My father was a farme
My Harry was a te
My heart is a beating,
My heart is sair, 1 tane
My heart's in the Highlands
My lord a buntag bei de
My love sbe's but a ye
My Peggy's face. The
Musing on the same
Nae gentie samesting
No church anni
Now bastante
Now in ber great
Now Nature de tres
NOW TOs Mes en
Now in biminal
Now springtas at the
Now west 10 20

PAOR

The tither morn, when I forlorn

185

They snool me sair and haud me down ...... 108

Thickest night, o'erhang my dwelling ......

142
Thinc am 1, my faithful fair .....

192
Though cruel fate should bid us part.... ib,
Thou hast left me ever, Jamie

193
Thou lingering star, with lessening ray ... 195
To thee, loved Nith

196
True-hearted was he. .................... 214
Turn again, thou fair Eliza

38

'Twas ev'n, the dewy fields were green...... 175

'Twas na her bonnie blue een was my ruin .. 195

Up wi’ the carles of Dysart

158

Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my ee.... 197

What can a young lassie.......

199

When Januar' wind was blawing cauld. 201

When o'er the hill the eastern star..

178
When the drums do beat...

154

Then wild war's deadly blast was blawn 182

Where are the joys I hae met in the morning 203

Where, braving angry winter's storms

20
Where Cart rins rowin' to the sea .......... 167
Where hae ye been sae braw, lad

199
Where live ye, my bonnie lass.. ......... 90
While larks with little wing

129

Why, why tell the lover

205

Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed

ib.

Will yo go to the Indics, my Mary

206

Wilt thou be my dearie

207

Ye banks and braes and streams around

56
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon

145
Ye gallants brigh:, I rede ye right

15

Ye Jacobites, by name......................

208

Ye sons of old Killie...

184

Yestreen I had a pint o' wine .............. 209

Young Jamie, pride o' a' the plain

212

Young Jockey was the blythest lad...

ib.

Young Peggy blooms our bonniest lass...... 213

Yon wild moesy mountains

210

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THE SONGS

OF

ROBERT BURNS.

ADOWN WINDING NITH I DID

WANDER.

TUNE-The Mucking o' Geordie's Byre

Adown winding Nith I did wander,

To mark the sweet flowers as they spring; Adown winding Nith I did wander,

Of Phillis to muse and to sing.

CHORUS. Awa wi' your belles and your beauties,

They never wi' her can compare : Whaever has met wi' my Phillis,

Has met wi' the queen o' the fair. The daisy amused my fond fancy,

So artless, so simple, so wild ; Thou emblem, said Í, o' my Phillis !

For she is simplicity's child.

B

The rose-bud's the blush o' my charmer,

Her sweet balmy lip when 'tis prest :
How fair and how pure is the lily,

But fairer and purer her breast.
Yon knot of gay flowers in the arbour,

They ne'er wi' my Phillis can vie :
Her breath is the breath o' the woodbine,

It's dew-drop o' diamond her eye.
Her voice is the song of the morning,

That wakes thro’the green-spreading grove, When Phoebus peeps over the mountains,

On music, and pleasure, and love.
But, beauty, how frail and how fleeting-

The bloom of a fine summer's day!
While worth in the mind o' my Phillis

Will flourish without a decay.

AE FOND KISS.

TUNE-Rory Dall's Port. AE fond kiss, and then we sever ; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Wbo sball say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy;

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