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Winze, an oath

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Yerl, an earl

Wiss, wish

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Ye'se, you shall or will

Witha', withal

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Yestreen, yesternight

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Withoutten, without

Wonner, a wonder, a contemp-

tuous appellation

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Yetts, gates

Yeukin, itching.

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Yeuks, itches

Wons, dwells

Woo', wool

Woodie, the gallows

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Yill, ale

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Yill-caup, ale-stoup

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Yird, earth

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a rope, more properly one made
withes or willows

Wooer-babs, garters knotted be
low the knee in a couple of

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loops

Wordie, dim. of word

Wordy, worthy

Worl', world

Yirth, the earth

Yokin, yoking, a bout, a set to

Yont, beyond

Yoursel, yourselves

Yowes, ewes

Yowie, dim. of yowe
Yule, Christmas

Gudeen to you, Kimmer

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Guid-mornín to your Majesty!

Guid speed an' furder to you, Johny

Had I a cave on some wild, distant shore
Had I the wyte, had I the wyte.
1 Hail, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd!
Hail, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie!
Hark! the mavis' evening sang
Has auld Kilmarnock seen the Deil?
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crawlin ferlie!
Health to the Maxwells' vet'ran Chief!
Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots
He clench'd his pamphlets in his fist
Hee balou! my sweet wee Donald
He looked Just as your Sign-post lions do
Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad
Her flowing locks, the raven's wing
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie
Here Brewer Gabriel's fire's extinct
Here comes Burns

Husband, husband, cease your strife

I am my mammie's ae bairn

"I burn, I burn, as when thro' ripen'd corn

I call no Goddess to inspire my strains

I coft a stane o' haslock woo'.

I do confess thou art sae fair

I dreamed I lay where flowers were
springing

If thou should ask my love

If ye gae up to yon hill-tap

If you rattle along like your mistress's
tongue

gaed a waefu' gate yestreen.

I gat your letter, winsome Willie

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Igaed up to Dunse

I had sax owsen in a pleugh

I hae a wife o' my ain

I hold it, Sir, my bounden duty

I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend
Ilk care and fear, when thou art near

I'll ay ca' in by yon town

I married with a scolding wife

I met a lass, a bonie lass

I mind it weel, in early date

I murder hate by field or flood

I'm three times doubly o'er your debtor
In coming by the brig o' Dye.

Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art
In Mauchline there dwells six proper

young Belles

In politics if thou wouldst mix

In simmer when the hay was mawn

Instead of a Song, boys, I'll give you a

Toast

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In this strange land, this uncouth clime
In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper

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Here lies a mock Marquis whose titles

were shamm'd

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In vain would Prudence, with decorous

Here lies a rose, a budding rose

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sneer

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Here where the Scottish Muse immortal

Is there, for honest poverty

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Is this thy plighted, fond regard
It is na, Jean, thy bonie face

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It was a' for our rightfu' King

It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did
me enthral

It was the charming month of May
It was upon a Lammas night.

Jenny M'Craw, she has ta'en to the
heather

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How cold is that bosom which folly once

fired

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How cruel are the parents

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How daur ye ca' me howlet-faced

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