| PAGE |
| Baron of Brackley, The, | [122] |
| Battle of Harlaw, The, | [194] |
| Battle of Otterburn, The, | [16] |
| Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, | [133] |
| Bewick and Grahame, | [101] |
| Braes of Yarrow, The, | [34] |
| Captain Car, | [62] |
| Clyde’s Water, | [140] |
| Death of Parcy Reed, The, | [93] |
| Dick o’ the Cow, | [75] |
| Durham Field, | [181] |
| Earl Bothwell, | [177] |
| Fire of Frendraught, The, | [112] |
| Flodden Field, | [71] |
| Gardener, The, | [153] |
| Geordie, | [118] |
| Gipsy Laddie, The, | [129] |
| Heir of Linne, The, | [170] |
| Hunting of the Cheviot, The, | [1] |
| Jamie Douglas, | [164] |
| John o’ the Side, | [156] |
| Johnie Armstrong, | [30] |
| Jolly Juggler, The, | [211] |
|
Katharine Jaffray, | [145] |
| Kinmont Willie, | [49] |
| Laird of Knottington, The, | [200] |
| Laird o’ Logie, The, | [58] |
| Lizie Lindsay, | [148] |
| Lord Maxwell’s Last Goodnight, | [206] |
| Mary Hamilton, | [44] |
| Outlyer Bold, The, | [40] |
| Sir Hugh in the Grime’s Downfall, | [89] |
| Sir James the Rose, | [135] |
| Sir Patrick Spence, | [68] |
| Twa Brothers, The, | [37] |
| Waly, waly, gin love be bonny, | [168] |
| Whummil Bore, The, | [204] |
| PAGE |
| Adiew, madam my mother dear, | [207] |
| As I cam in by Dunidier, | [195] |
| God send the land deliverance, | [94] |
| Good Lord John is a hunting gone, | [89] |
| Here beside dwelleth, | [214] |
| I dreamed a dreary dream this night, | [34] |
| Inverey cam doun Deeside, whistlin’ and playin’, | [123] |
| It befell at Martynmas, | [63] |
| It’s of a young lord o’ the Hielands, | [148] |
| I will sing, if ye will hearken, | [59] |
| King Jamie hath made a vow, | [72] |
| Lordings, listen and hold you still, | [182] |
| Now Liddisdale has long lain in, | [76] |
| O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray, | [134] |
| Of all the lords in fair Scotland, | [171] |
| O have ye na heard o’ the fause Sakelde, | [50] |
| O heard ye of Sir James the Rose, | [135] |
| Old Grahame he is to Carlisle gone, | [101] |
| O waly, waly up the bank, | [168] |
| Peter o’ Whifield he hath slain, | [157] |
| Seven lang years I hae served the king, | [204] |
|
The eighteenth of October, | [113] |
| The gardener stands in his bower-door, | [153] |
| The king sits in Dumferling toune, | [69] |
| The Persë owt off Northombarlonde, | [3] |
| There cam singers to Earl Cassillis’ gates, | [130] |
| There dwelt a man in faire Westmerland, | [30] |
| There liv’d a lass in yonder dale, | [145] |
| There was a battle in the north, | [118] |
| There was a troop of merry gentlemen, | [200] |
| There were three sisters, they lived in a bower, | [40] |
| There were twa brethren in the north, | [37] |
| Waly, waly up the bank, | [165] |
| Woe worth thee, woe worth thee, false Scotland, | [177] |
| Word’s gane to the kitchen, | [46] |
| Ye gie corn unto my horse, | [141] |
| Yt fell abowght the Lamasse tyde, | [18] |