The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volumes 1-6. / The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century - Unknown

Fain wad I, fain wad I hae the bloody wars to cease, vol. i., [269].
Fair are the fleecy flocks that feed, vol. ii., [128].
Fair as a star of light, vol. vi., [179].
Fair Ellen, here again I stand, vol. v., [141].
Fair modest flower of matchless worth, vol. i., [157].
Fair Scotland, dear as life to me, vol. v., [137].
Fare-thee-weel, for I must leave thee, vol. iii., [263].
Fare-thee-weel, my bonnie lassie, vol. iii., [225].
Fareweel, O! fareweel, vol. i., [238].
Fareweel to ilk hill whar the red heather grows, vol. v., [91].
Fareweel, ye fields and meadows green, vol. i., [121].
Farewell, and though my steps depart, vol. iii., [116].
Farewell, our father's land, vol. iii., [249].
Farewell ye braes of broad Braemar, vol. vi., [117].
Farewell, ye streams sae dear to me, vol. ii., [232].
Far lone amang the Highland hills, vol. ii., [139].
Far over yon hills of the heather sae green, vol. ii., [50].
Fierce as its sunlight, the East may be proud, vol. vi., [28].
Fife, an' a' the land about it, vol. ii., [112].
Float forth, thou flag of the free, vol. vi., [221].
Flowers of summer sweetly springing, vol. v., [251].
Flow saftly thou stream through the wild spangled valley, vol. iii., [243].
For mony lang year I hae heard frae my granny, vol. ii., [250].
For success a prayer with a farewell bear, vol. iii., [284].
For twenty years and more, vol. v., [80].
From beauty's soft lips, like the balm of its roses, vol. iv., [97].
From the climes of the sun all war-worn and weary, vol. ii., [220].
From the deep and troubled waters, vol. vi., [25].
From the village of Leslie with a heart full of glee, vol. i., [182].
Fy, let us a' to the wedding, vol. i., [136].

Gae bring my guid auld harp ance mair, vol. iv., [58].
Gane were but the winter cauld, vol. iii., [12].
Gang wi' me to yonder howe, bonnie Peggie, O! vol. iv., [133].
Give me the hour when bells are rung, vol. vi., [149].
Give the swains of Italia, vol. vi., [223].
Glad tidings for the Highlands, vol. ii., [335].
Gloomy winter's now awa', vol. ii., [145].
Good morrow, good morrow, warm, rosy, and bright, vol. v., [16].
Good night, and joy be wi' ye a', vol. ii., [214].
Good night, the silver stars are clear, vol. v., [246].
Go to Berwick, Johnnie, vol. i., [121].
Go to him then if thou canst go, vol. ii., [300].
Grim winter was howlin' owre muir and owre mountain, vol. iii., [55].
Guid night and joy be wi' ye a', vol. iv., [114].

Had I the wings of a dove I would fly, vol. v., [261].
Hae ye been in the north, bonnie lassie, vol. ii., [308].
Hail to the chief who in triumph advances, vol. i., [295].
Hark, hark, the skylark singing, vol. ii., [202].
Hark, the martial drums resound, vol. ii., [164].
Haste all ye fairy elves hither to me, vol. iv., [131].
Heard ye the bagpipe or saw ye the banners, vol. iv., [78].
Heart, take courage, 'tis not worthy, vol. vi., [9].
Heaven speed the righteous sword, vol. i., [254].
Hech, what a change hae we now in this toun, vol. ii., [215].
Hech, hey, the mirth that was there, vol. i., [205].
He left his native land, and far away, vol. v., [111].
He loved her for her merry eyes, vol. v., [244].
Here 's to them, to them that are gane, vol. i., [237].
Her eyes were red with weeping, vol. iii., [136].
Here we go upon the tide, vol. ii., [69].
Here 's to the year that 's awa', vol. v., [78].
Her hair was like the Cromla mist, vol. ii., [177].
Her lip is o' the rose's hue, vol. v., [117].
Hersell pe auchty years and twa, vol. ii., [71].
He 's a terrible man, John Tod, John Tod, vol. i., [216].
He is gone, he is gone, vol. iii., [240].
He 's gone on the mountain, vol. i., [299].
He 's lifeless amang the rude billows, vol. i., [202].
He 's no more on the green hill, he has left the wide forest, vol. i., [272].
He sorrowfu' sat by the ingle cheek, vol. vi., [138].
He 's ower the hills that I lo'e weel, vol. i., [211].
Hey for the Hielan' heather, vol. iv., [110].
Hey, my bonnie wee lassie, vol. v., [18].
Home of my fathers, though far from thy grandeur, vol. iii., [136].
Hope cannot cheat us, vol. vi., [15].
How blest were the days o' langsyne, when a laddie, vol. iii., [39].
How blithely the pipe through Glenlyon was sounding, vol. v., [26].
How brightly beams the bonnie moon, vol. iii., [73].
How early I woo'd thee, how dearly I lo'ed thee, vol. v., [160].
How eerily, how drearily, how eerily to pine, vol. iii., [137].
How happy a life does the parson possess, vol. i., [28].
How happy lives the peasant by his ain fireside, vol. iii., [78].
How often death art waking, vol. i., [321].
How pleasant, how pleasant to wander away, vol. ii., [274].
How sweet are Leven's silver streams, vol. iii., [36].
How sweet are the blushes of morn, vol. v., [35].
How sweet is the scene at the waking of morning, vol. ii., [243].
How sweet the dewy bell is spread, vol. iii., [259].
How sweet thy modest light to view, vol. ii., [196].
Hurra! for the land o' the broom-cover'd brae, vol. vi., [103].
Hurrah for Scotland's worth and fame, vol. v., [229].
Hurrah for the Highlands, the brave Scottish Highlands, vol. v., [249].
Hurrah for the Thistle, the brave Scottish Thistle, vol. v., [232].
Hurrah, hurrah for the boundless sea, vol. vi., [189].
Hurrah, hurrah, we 've glory won, vol. v., [89].
Hush, ye songsters, day is done, vol. iii., [159].

I ask no lordling's titled name, vol. ii., [166].
I canna leave my native land, vol. vi., [228].
I canna sleep a wink, lassie, vol. v., [183].
I cannot give thee all my heart, vol. vi., [11].
I dream'd thou wert a fairy harp, vol. vi., [29].
If Fortune with a smiling face, vol. vi., [12].
I fleet along, and the empires fall, vol. vi., [167].
I fly from the fold since my passion's despair, vol. i., [316].
I form'd a green bower by the rill o' yon glen, vol. iv., [62].
If there 's a word that whispers love, vol. v., [266].
If wealth thou art wooing, or title, or fame, vol. v., [7].
I gaed to spend a week in Fife, vol. vi., [55].
I hae naebody noo, I hae naebody noo, vol. ii., [77].
I have wander'd afar, 'neath stranger skies, vol. vi., [88].
I heard a wee bird singing, vol. v., [32].
I heard the evening linnet's voice the woodland tufts amang, vol. iii., [61].
I lately lived in quiet ease, vol. ii., [62].
I like to spring in the morning bricht, vol. v., [98].
I 'll no be had for naething, vol. i., [230].
I 'll no walk by the kirk, mother, vol. vi., [42].
I 'll sing of yon glen of red heather, vol. ii., [74].
I 'll tend thy bower, my bonnie May, vol. v., [155].
I 'll think on thee, Love, when thy bark, vol. vi., [50].
I 'll think o' thee, my Mary Steel, vol. iv., [268].
I 'll twine a gowany garland, vol. vi., [105].
I lo'ed ne'er a laddie but ane, vol. i., [90].
I love a sweet lassie, mair gentle and true, vol. vi., [144].
I love the free ridge of the mountain, vol. iii., [108].
I love the merry moonlight, vol. iv., [135].
I love the sea, I love the sea, vol. iv., [162].
I 'm afloat, I 'm afloat on the wild sea waves, vol. vi., [187].
I mark'd her look of agony, vol. iii., [167].
I 'm a very little man, vol. vi., [147].
I 'm away, I 'm away like a thing that is wild, vol. v., [255].
I 'm naebody noo, though in days that are gane, vol. v., [182].
I 'm now a guid farmer, I 've acres o' land, vol. i., [263].
I 'm wand'rin' wide this wintry night, vol. v., [158].
I 'm wearin' awa', John, vol. i., [196].
I met four chaps yon birks amang, vol. ii., [208].
In a dream of the night I was wafted away, vol. iii., [257].
In a howm, by a burn, where the brown birks grow, vol. vi., [234].
In all its rich wildness her home she is leaving, vol. i., [200].
In a saft simmer gloamin', vol. iii., [236].
In distant years when other arms, vol. v., [123].
I neither got promise of siller nor land, vol. iii., [147].
I never thocht to thole the waes, vol. iv., [221].
In her chamber, vigil keeping, vol. vi., [213].
In life's gay morn, when hopes beat high, vol. iii., [42].
In that home was joy and sorrow, vol. vi., [184].
In the morning of life, when its sunny smile, vol. iii., [200].
I pray for you of your courtesy, before we further move, vol. v., [144].
I remember the time, thou roaring sea, vol. vi., [13].
Isabel Mackay is with the milk kye, vol. i., [318].
I sat in the vale 'neath the hawthorns so hoary, vol. iv., [60].
I saw my true love first on the banks of queenly Tay, vol. iii., [121].
I see, I see the Hirta, the land of my desire, vol. v., [282].
I see the wretch of high degree, vol. i., [315].
Is not the earth a burial-place, vol. v., [269].
I sing of gentle woodcroft gay, for well I love to rove, vol. v., [92].
Is our Helen very fair, vol. vi., [182].
Is your war-pipe asleep, and for ever, M'Crimman, vol. iv., [166].
It fell on a morning when we were thrang, vol. i., [146].
It has long been my fate to be thought in the wrong, vol. i., [22].
It 's dowie in the hint o' hairst, vol. v., [62].
It 's hame, and it 's hame, hame fain wad I be, vol. iii., [13].
It was an English ladye bright, vol. i., [289].
I 've listened to the midnight wind, vol. iii., [203].
I 've a guinea I can spend, vol. vi., [22].
I 've been upon the moonlit deep, vol. vi., [70].
I 've loved thee, old Scotia, and love thee I will, vol. ii., [296].
I 've met wi' mony maidens fair, vol. vi., [91].
I 've no sheep on the mountain nor boat on the lake, vol. i., [132].
I 've rocked me on the giddy mast, vol. iii., [20].
I 've seen the lily of the wold, vol. iii., [48].
I 've seen the smiling summer flower, vol. iv., [245].
I 've wander'd east, I 've wander'd west, vol. iii., [233].
I 've wander'd on the sunny hill, I 've wander'd in the vale, vol. iv., [192].
I wadna gi'e my ain wife, vol. iv., [246].
I walk'd by mysel' owre the sweet braes o' Yarrow, vol. iii., [86].
I wander'd alane at the break o' the mornin', vol. vi., [89].
I warn you, fair maidens, to wail and to sigh, vol. ii., [197].
I wiled my lass wi' lovin' words to Kelvin's leafy shade, vol. v., [274].
I will sing a song of summer, vol. vi., [186].
I will think of thee yet, though afar I may be, vol. iv., [167].
I will wake my harp when the shades of even, vol. iv., [170].
I winna bide in your castle ha's, vol. iv., [229].
I winna gang back to my minny again, vol. ii., [248].
I winna love the laddie that ca's the cart and pleugh, vol. iv., [63].
I wish I were where Helen lies, vol. i., [111].

Jenny's heart was frank and free, vol. i., [114].
John Anderson, my jo, John, vol. i., [155].
Joy of my earliest days, vol. i., [203].

Keen blaws the wind o'er the braes o' Gleniffer, vol. ii., [141].

Land of my fathers! night's dark gloom, vol. iii., [167].
Land of my fathers, I leave thee in sadness, vol. vi., [207].
Lane on the winding Earn there stands, vol. i., [223].
Lass, gin ye wad lo'e me, vol. iv., [224].
Lassie, dear lassie, the dew 's on the gowan, vol. iv., [168].
Lassie wi' the gowden hair, vol. i., [87].
Last midsummer's morning, as going to the fair, vol. i., [123].
Lat me look into thy face, Jeanie, vol. vi., [135].
Leafless and bare were the shrub and the flower, vol. iv., [76].
Leave the city's busy throng, vol. vi., [143].
Let Highland lads, wi' belted plaids, vol. iv., [77].
Let ither anglers choose their ain, vol. v., [222].
Let the maids of the Lowlands, vol. iii., [272].
Let the proud Indian boast of his jessamine bowers, vol. iv., [177].
Let us go, lassie, go, vol. ii., [143].
Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, O, vol. iv., [264].
Let wrapt musicians strike the lyre, vol. iii., [146].
Life's pleasure seems sadness and care, vol. vi., [194].
Liking is a little boy, vol. vi., [120].
Listen to me, as when ye heard our father, vol. iii., [183].
Lock the door, Lariston, lion of Liddisdale, vol. ii., [75].
Look up, old friend, why hang thy head, vol. vi., [199].
Lord Ronald came to his lady's bower, vol. ii., [181].
Loudon's bonnie woods and braes, vol. ii., [137].
Love brought me a bough o' the willow sae green, vol. iii., [188].
Love flies the haunts of pomp and power, vol. v., [79].
Love is timid, love is shy, vol. iii., [196].
Loved land of my kindred, farewell, and for ever, vol. iv., [111].
Lovely maiden, art thou sleeping, vol. iii., [76].
Lowland lassie, wilt thou go, vol. ii., [151].

'Mang a' the lasses young and braw, vol. iii., [214].
Meet me on the gowan lea, vol. v., [147].
Meg muckin' at Geordie's byre, vol. i., [244].
Men of England, who inherit, vol. ii., [268].
Mild as the morning, a rose-bud of beauty, vol. v., [37].
More dark is my soul than the scenes of yon islands, vol. iv., [57].
Mourn for the mighty dead, vol. vi., [21].
Mournfully, oh, mournfully, vol. iii., [239].
Musing, we sat in our garden bower, vol. v., [100].
My beauty dark, my glossy bright, vol. ii., [347].
My beauty of the shieling, vol. vi., [250].
My Bessie, oh, but look upon these bonnie budding flowers, vol. iv., [189].
My bonnie wee Bell was a mitherless bairn, vol. v., [67].
My bonnie wee wifie, I 'm waefu' to leave thee, vol. v., [13].
My brothers are the stately trees, vol. iv., [254].
My brown dairy, brown dairy, vol. ii., [327].
My couthie auld wife, aye blithsome to see, vol. vi., [102].
My darling is the philabeg, vol. v., [290].
My dearest, wilt thou follow, vol. vi., [252].
My dear little lassie, why, what 's the matter? vol. i., [246].
My hawk is tired of perch and hood, vol. i., [298].
My lassie is lovely, as May-day adorning, vol. iii., [48].
My love, come let us wander, vol. iii., [197].
My love 's in Germanie, send him hame, send him hame, vol. i., [95].
My luve 's a flower in garden fair, vol. v., [189].
My mother bids me bind my hair, vol. i., [41].
My mountain hame, my mountain hame, vol. iv., [194].
My name it is Donald M'Donald, vol. ii., [48].
My native land, my native land, vol. vi., [206].
My soul is ever with thee, vol. v., [106].
My spirit could its vigil hold, vol. iv., [152].
My tortured bosom long shall feel, vol. iii., [141].
My wee wife dwells in yonder cot, vol. iv., [187].
My wife 's a winsome wee thing, vol. ii., [299].
My young heart's luve! twal' years hae been, vol. iv., [259].
My young, my fair, my fair-haired Mary, vol. i., [335].

Nae mair we 'll meet again, my love, by yon burn-side, vol. iii., [227].
Name the leaves on all the trees, vol. vi., [118].
Never despair! when the dark cloud is lowering, vol. v., [75].
Night turns to day, vol. i., [255].
No homeward scene near me, vol. iv., [290].
No more by thy margin, dark Carron, vol. vi., [202].
No one knows what silent secrets, vol. vi., [24].
No sky shines so bright as the sky that is spread, vol. iv., [61].
No sound was heard o'er the broom-covered valley, vol. iv., [86].
Not the swan on the lake, or the foam on the shore, vol. iv., [281].
Now bank and brae are clad in green, vol. ii., [245].
Now, Jenny lass, my bonnie bird, vol. ii., [92].
Now, Mary, now, the struggle 's o'er, vol. iii., [229].
Now rests the red sun in his caves of the ocean, vol. ii., [254].
Now simmer decks the field wi' flowers, vol. ii., [304].
Now smiling summer's balmy breeze, vol. ii., [229].
Now summer shines with gaudy pride, vol. ii., [116].
Now the beams of May morn, vol. iii., [149].
Now there 's peace on the shore, now there 's calm on the sea, vol. iii., [177].
Now winter wi' his cloudy brow, vol. ii., [147].
Now winter's wind sweeps o'er the mountains, vol. i., [165].

Oh! are ye sleeping, Maggie, vol. ii., [156].
Oh! away to the Tweed, vol. v., [94].
Oh, beautiful and bright thou art, vol. vi., [197].
Oh, blaw ye westlin winds, blaw saft, vol. i., [124].
Oh, blessing on her star-like e'en, vol. v., [102].
Oh! blessing on thee, land, vol. v., [104].
Oh, bonnie are the howes, vol. iv., [200].
Oh, bonnie buds yon birchen-tree, vol. ii., [240].
Oh, bonnie Nelly Brown, I will sing a song to thee, vol. v., [276].
Oh, bonnie 's the lily that blooms in the valley, vol. v., [194].
Oh, brave Caledonians, my brothers, my friends, vol. iii., [114].
Oh, bright the beaming queen o' night, vol. v., [146].
Oh, Castell Gloom! thy strength is gone, vol. i., [221].
Oh, Charlie is my darling, vol. iii., [53].
Oh, come my bonnie bark, vol. iii., [16].
Oh, come with me for the queen of night, vol. iii., [59].
October winds wi' biting breath, vol. ii., [203].
O dear, dear to me, vol. vi., [92].
Oh! dear to my heart are my heather-clad mountains, vol. v., [239].
Oh! dear were the joys that are past, vol. iii., [62].
Oh, dinna ask me gin I lo'e thee, vol. v., [78].
Oh, dinna be sae sair cast down, vol. v., [43].
Oh, dinna cross the burn, Willie, vol. v., [150].
Oh, dinna look ye pridefu' doon on a' beneath your ken, vol. v., [204].
Oh, dinna think, bonnie lassie, I 'm gaun to leave thee, vol. i., [96].
Oh, distant, but dear, is that sweet island wherein, vol. ii., [109].
O'er mountain and valley, vol. iii., [169].
O'er the mist-shrouded cliffs of the gray mountain straying, vol. v., [47].
Of learning long a scantling was the portion of the Gael, vol. v., [295].
Of Nelson and the north, vol. ii., [265].
Of streams that down the valley run, vol. ii., [129].
Oh, gentle sleep wilt thou lay thy head, vol. iii., [90].
Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins, vol. iv., [117].
Oh, grand bounds the deer o'er the mountain, vol. i., [55].
Oh, guess ye wha I met yestreen, vol. vi., [129].
Oh, hame is aye hamely still, though poor at times it be, vol. iv., [218].
Oh, hast thou forgotten the birk-tree's shade, vol. iv., [269].
Oh, haud na' yer noddle sae hie, ma doo! vol. v., [108].
Oh, heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale, vol. ii., [263].
O hi', O hu', she 's sad for scolding, vol. v., [288].
Oh! how can I be cheerie in this hameless ha', vol. iii., [125].
Oh, how I love the evening hour, vol. v., [265].
Oh! I have traversed lands afar, vol. v., [12].
Oh! I lo'ed my lassie weel, vol. iii., [253].
O June, ye spring the loveliest flowers, vol. v., [44].
Oh, lady, twine no wreath for me, vol. i., [302].
Oh, lassie! I lo'e dearest, vol. v., [47].
Oh, lassie! if thou 'lt gang to yonder glen wi' me, vol. iv., [65].
Oh, lassie! wilt thou gang wi' me, vol. iii., [65].
Oh, lassie! wilt thou go? vol. ii., [287].
Old Scotland, I love thee, thou 'rt dearer to me, vol. v., [250].
Oh, leave me not! the evening hour, vol. v., [74].
Oh, leeze me on the bonnie lass, vol. ii., [178].
Oh, let na gang yon bonnie lassie, vol. v., [58].
Oh, love the soldier's daughter dear, vol. v., [270].
Oh, many a true Highlander, many a liegeman, vol. iii., [280].
Oh! Mary, while thy gentle cheek, vol. v., [122].
Oh, merrily and gallantly, vol. v., [116].
Oh, mind ye the ewe-bughts, Marion, vol. i., [56].
Oh, mony a turn of woe and weal, vol. i., [347].
Oh, mony a year has come and gane, vol. v., [20].
Oh, my lassie, our joy to complete again, vol. ii., [54].
Oh, my love, leave me not, vol. i., [106].
Oh! my love 's bonnie, bonnie, bonnie, vol. v., [52].
Oh! my love is very lovely, vol. vi., [8].
Oh, my love was fair as the siller clud, vol. vi., [173].
Once more on the broad-bosom'd ocean appearing, vol. iv., [199].
Once more in the Highlands I wander alone, vol. v., [257].
Oh, neighbours! what had I to do for to marry? vol. i., [139].
On, on to the fields where of old, vol. iv., [56].
On fair Clydeside thair wonnit ane dame, vol. v., [119].
On thee, Eliza, dwell my thoughts, vol. ii., [173].
On the greensward lay William in anguish extended, vol. ii., [163].
On the airy Ben-Nevis the wind is awake, vol. iv., [250].
On the banks o' the burn, while I pensively wander, vol. ii., [316].
On the fierce savage cliffs that look down on the flood, vol. iv., [105].
On this unfrequented plain, vol. ii., [294].
O our childhood's once delightful hours, vol. iii., [198].
Or ere we part, my heart leaps hie to sing ae bonnie sang, vol. v., [193].
Oh, saft is the blink o' thine e'e, lassie, vol. v., [208].
Oh, sarely may I rue the day, vol. ii., [58].
Oh, sair I feel the witching power, vol. iii., [192].
Oh, saw ye my wee thing, saw ye my ain thing, vol. i., [82].
Oh, saw ye this sweet, bonnie lassie o' mine, vol. ii., [70].
Oh, saw ye this sweet, bonnie lassie o' mine, vol. iv., [271].
Oh! say na you maun gang awa, vol. iv., [201].
Oh! say not life is ever drear, vol. v., [88].
Oh! say not o' war the young soldier is weary, vol. iv., [214].
Oh! say not 'tis the March wind, 'tis a fiercer blast that drives, vol. v., [293].
Oh! say not, my love, with that mortified air, vol. i., [305].
Oh, softly sighs the westlin' breeze, vol. v., [167].
Oh, some will tune their mournful strain, vol. i., [232].
Oh! stopna, bonnie bird, that strain, vol. iii., [134].
O sweet is the blossom o' the hawthorn-tree, vol. v., [187].
O sweet is the calm, dewy gloamin', vol. iv., [247].
Oh, sweet were the hours, vol. iii., [94].
Oh, swiftly bounds our gallant bark, vol. vi., [154].
O tell me, bonnie young lassie, vol. i., [85].
Oh! tell me what sound is the sweetest to hear, vol. iv., [69].
Oh, that I were the shaw in, vol. ii., [329].
Oh, the auld house, the auld house! vol. i., [224].
Oh! the bonnie Hieland hills, vol. iv., [230].
Oh, the breeze of the mountain is soothing and sweet, vol. ii., [19].
Oh! the happy days o' youth are fast gaun by, vol. iii., [266].
Oh! the happy time departed, vol. vi., [17].
Oh! the sunny peaches glow, vol. iii., [150].
O these are not my country's hills, vol. iv., [127].
Oh, to bound o'er the bonnie, blue sea, vol. iv., [133].
Oh! the land of hills is the land for me, vol. iv., [270].
Oh! the winning charm of gentleness, so beautiful to me, vol. v., [242].
Oh, there 's naebody hears Widow Miller complain, vol. v., [237].
Our ain native land, our ain native land, vol. iv., [54].
Oh, tuneful voice, I still deplore, vol. i., [44].
Our Mary liket weel to stray, vol. iv., [70].
Our minstrels a', frae south to north, vol. iii., [95].
Our native land, our native vale, vol. iii., [106].
Ours is the land of gallant hearts, vol. iv., [51].
Oh, wae be to the orders that march'd my love awa, vol. iii., [238].
Oh! wae's me on gowd, wi' its glamour and fame, vol. vi., [148].
Oh, wae 's my life, and sad my heart, vol. v., [17].
Oh, waft me to the fairy clime, vol. iv., [92].
Oh! waste not thy woe on the dead, nor bemoan him, vol. vi., [126].
Oh, we aft hae met at e'en, bonnie Peggie, O! vol. iii., [227].
Oh, weel's me on my ain man, vol. i., [204].
Oh, weel befa' the maiden gay, vol. ii., [64].
Oh, weel I lo'e our auld Scots sangs, vol. v., [85].
Oh! weep not thus, though the child thou hast loved, vol. iii., [201].
Oh! we hae been amang the bowers that winter didna bare, vol. vi., [236].
Oh, wha 's at the window, wha, wha, wha? vol. iv., [253].
Oh, what are the chains of love made of, vol. iv., [136].
Oh, what care I where Love was born, vol. v., [11].
Oh! what is in this flaunting town, vol. vi., [203].
Oh, when shall I visit the land of my birth, vol. i., [254].
Oh, where are the pretty men of yore, vol. v., [129].
Oh, where has the exile his home, vol. iv., [250].
Oh, where snared ye that bonnie, bonnie bird, vol. v., [14].
Oh, where, tell me where is your Highland laddie gone, vol. i., [104].
Oh! why left I my hame, vol. iii., [264].
O! why should old age so much wound us, vol. i., [20].
Oh! will ye go to yon burn-side, vol. iii., [68].
Oh! will ye walk the wood wi' me, vol. iv., [273].
Oh! would I were throned on yon glossy golden cloud, vol. iv., [139].
Oh! would that the wind that is sweeping now, vol. iv., [180].
Oh! years hae come an' years hae gane, vol. iv., [193].
Oh, yes, there 's a valley as calm and as sweet, vol. iv., [255].
O ye tears! O ye tears! that have long refused to flow, vol. vi., [18].
Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the West, vol. i., [290].