Wreeths, wreaths. Wud, mad. Wumbie, a wimble. Wyle, to beguile, to decoy. Wyling, beguiling. Wyliecoat, a flannel vest. Yard, a garden. Yaud, a worn-out horse. Yell, barren: as yell's the bill, giving no more milk than the bull. Yerd, the churchyard. Yill-caup, ale stoup. Yokin, yoking, a bout, a set-to. Yowes, ewes. Yowie, dim. of yowe. An honest man here lies at rest. An' O! my Eppie cember! 223 Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy De- 305 Curse on ungrateful man, that can be Anna, thy charms my bosom fire Could aught of song declare my pains. 265 175 pleas'd 142 238 Auld chuckie Reekie's sair distrest 127 Dear Smith, the sleeest, paukie thief 34 Deluded swain, the pleasure 198 As down the burn they took their way Dire was the hate at old Harlaw 255 178 Does haughty Gaul invasion threat?. 251 As I came in by our gate end 272 Duncan Gray came here to woo 190 As I stood by yon roofless tower As I was a wand'ring ae midsummer As Mailie an' her lambs thegither 33 Edina! Scotia's darling seat! 78 As on the banks o' wandering Nith 155 Expect na, Sir, in this narration 75 As Tam the Chapman on a day 169 At Brownhill we always get dainty good Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face 75 184 Fair maid, you need not take the hint 186 Auld comrade dear and brither sinner 147 Fair the face of orient day 145 209 False flatterer, Hope, away! 129 Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame 273 Bannocks o' bear meal 281 Farewell, dear friend! may guid luck hit Beauteous rose-bud, young and gay' My Chloris, mark how green the groves My Father was a Farmer upon the Carrick My Harry was a gallant gay My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie 206 O, Lady Mary Ann 169 O'lassie, art thou sleeping yet? 105 O luve will venture in, where it daur na 262 O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet 217 O May, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet 229 O, my luve's like a red, red rose 193 222 289 259 221 My heart is wae, and unco wae 289 My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here. 225 My heart was ance as blythe and free 254 My honour'd Colonel, deep I feel 240 My Lord a-hunting he is gane 191 My Lord, I know your noble ear My lov'd, my honor'd, much respected 286 My love she's but a lassie yet 84 284 O sad and heavy should I part. 285 225 O saw ye bonie Lesley 260 O saw ye my dear, my Phely? 238 O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie M'Nab? 303 146 O stay, sweet warbling wood-lark, stay 206 No churchman am I for to rail and to write 245 O steer her up, and haud her gaun. 287 |