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

Peace be upon their banners, vol. v., [224].
Phœbus, wi' gowden crest, leaves ocean's heaving breast, vol. v., [51].
Preserve us a' what shall we do, vol. ii., [99].
Put off, put off, and row with speed, vol. ii., [179].

Quoth Rab to Kate, My sonsy clear, vol. ii., [94].

Raise high the battle-song, vol. iii., [131].
Red gleams the sun on yon hill tap, vol. i., [55].
Reft the charm of the social shell, vol. iii., [276].
Removed from vain fashion, vol. iv., [80].
Returning Spring, with gladsome ray, vol. i., [169].
Rise, little star, vol. vi., [224].
Rise, my love! the moon unclouded, vol. iv., [149].
Rise, rise, Lowland and Highlandman, vol. iv., [115].
Rise, Romans, rise at last, vol. vi., [216].
Rising o'er the heaving billow, vol. v., [29].
Robin is my ain gudeman, vol. i., [205].
Roy's wife of Aldivalloch, vol. i., [52].

Saw ye Johnnie comin', quo' she, vol. i., [145].
Saw ye my Annie, vol. iv., [121].
Saw ye nae my Peggie, vol. i., [208].
Say wilt thou, Leila, when alone, vol. vi., [40].
Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure, vol. ii., [251].
Scotia's thistle guards the grave, vol. iv., [50].
Scotland, thy mountains, thy valleys, and fountains, vol. vi., [33].
See the moon o'er cloudless Jura, vol. iii., [196].
See the winter clouds around, vol. ii., [87].
Send a horse to the water, ye 'll no mak him drink, vol. i., [219].
Shadows of glory, the twilight is parting, vol. vi., [139].
Shall I leave thee, thou land to my infancy dear, vol. iii., [99].
She died, as die the roses, vol. vi., [256].
She died in beauty, like a rose, vol. iv., [177].
She 's aff and awa, like the lang simmer day, vol. iv., [124].
She 's gane to dwall in heaven, my lassie, vol. iii., [9].
She was mine when the leaves of the forest were green, vol. iii., [116].
She was Naebody's bairn, she was Naebody's bairn, vol. v., [200].
Should my numbers essay to enliven a lay, vol. i., [352].
Sing a' ye bards wi' loud acclaim, vol. iii., [139].
Sing not to me of sunny shores, vol. vi., [155].
Sing on, fairy Devon, vol. vi., [104].
Sing on, thou little bird, vol. ii., [286].
Sister Jeanie, haste, we 'll go, vol. v., [166].
Soldier, rest! thy warfare 's o'er, vol. i., [294].
Songs of my native land, vol. i., [220].
Star of descending night, vol. iv., [92].
Stay, proud bird of the shore, vol. iv., [141].
St Leonard's hill was lightsome land, vol. i., [228].
Sublime is Scotia's mountain land, vol. vi., [169].
Summer ocean, vol. vi., [61].
Surrounded wi' bent and wi' heather, vol. i., [265].
Sweet bard of Ettrick's glen, vol. iv., [75].
Sweet 's the gloamin's dusky gloom, vol. vi., [94].
Sweet 's the dew-deck'd rose in June, vol. iv., [101].
Sweetly shines the sun on auld Edinbro' toun, vol. iv., [239].
Sweet summer now is by, vol. iv., [275].
Sweet the rising mountains, red with heather bells, vol. vi., [254].

Talk not of temples—there is one, vol. iii., [152].
Taste life's glad moments, vol. ii., [212].
Tell me, Jessie, tell me why? vol. i., [122].
Tell me, dear! in mercy speak, vol. vi., [131].
The auld meal mill, oh! the auld meal mill, vol. v., [230].
The bard strikes his harp the wild valleys among, vol. ii., [249].
The bard strikes his harp the wild woods among, vol. v., [50].
The beacons blazed, the banners flew, vol. v., [38].
The best o' joys maun hae an end, vol. i., [209].
The blackbird's hymn is sweet, vol. iv., [145].
The bonnie, bonnie bairn, sits pokin' in the ase, vol. v., [201].
The bonnie rowan bush, vol. iv., [231].
The bonniest lass in a' the warld, vol. i., [201].
The breath o' spring is gratefu', vol. v., [143].
The bride she is winsome and bonnie, vol. i., [148].
The bucket, the bucket, the bucket for me, vol. iv., [223].
The cantie spring scarce reared her head, vol. iii., [52].
The cranreuch's on my head, vol. vi., [107].
The dark gray o' gloamin', vol. iv., [243].
The dawn is breaking, but lonesome and eerie, vol. iii., [274].
The daylight was dying, the twilight was dreary, vol. vi., [72].
The dreary reign of winter's past, vol. v., [55].
The e'e o' the dawn, Eliza, vol. iv., [146].
The fairies are dancing, how nimbly they bound, vol. ii., [273].
The favouring wind pipes aloft in the shrouds, vol. vi., [26].
The fields, the streams, the skies, are fair, vol. v., [267].
The gathering clans 'mong Scotia's glens, vol. iv., [52].
The gloamin' star was showerin', vol. vi., [106].
The gloom of dark despondency, vol. vi., [193].
The gloomy days are gone, vol. v., [218].
The golden smile of morning, vol. vi., [122].
The gowan glitters on the sward, vol. i., [143].
The happy days of yore, vol. vi., [156].
The harvest morn breaks, vol. iv., [266].
The hawk whoops on high, and keen, keen from yon cliff, vol. i., [168].
The heath this night must be my bed, vol. i., [297].
The Highland hills, there are songs of mirth, vol. vi., [168].
The ingle cheek is bleezin' bricht, vol. v., [235].
Their nest was in the leafy bush, vol. i., [206].
The king is on his throne, wi' his sceptre an' his croon, vol. v., [216].
The laird o' Cockpen, he 's proud and he 's great, vol. i., [198].
The lake is at rest, love, vol. iv., [85].
The land I lo'e, the land I lo'e, vol. iv., [215].
The lark has left the evening cloud, vol. iii., [10].
The last gleam o' sunset in ocean was sinkin', vol. iii., [221].
The lily of the vale is sweet, vol. v., [35].
The little comer 's coming, the comer o'er the sea, vol. v., [132].
The loved of early days, vol. iv., [179].
The love-sick maid, the love-sick maid, vol. iv., [93].
The maidens are smiling in rocky Glencoe, vol. vi., [130].
The maid is at the altar kneeling, vol. iv., [160].
The maid who wove the rosy wreath, vol. iv., [96].
The midges dance aboon the burn, vol. ii., [149].
The mitherless lammie ne'er miss'd its ain mammie, vol. i., [231].
The moon hung o'er the gay greenwood, vol. iv., [140].
The moon shone in fits, vol. ii., [221].
The moon was a waning, vol. ii., [78].
The mother with her blooming child, vol. v., [172].
The music of the night, vol. iii., [217].
The music o' the year is hush'd, vol. ii., [161].
The neighbours a' they wonder how, vol. ii., [293].
The night winds Eolian breezes, vol. iv., [265].
The noble otter hill, vol. i., [337].
The oak is Britain's pride, vol. v., [223].
The parting kiss, the soft embrace, vol. iii., [90].
The primrose is bonnie in spring, vol. iii., [174].
There are moments when my spirit wanders back to other years, vol. vi., [209].
There grew in bonnie Scotland, vol. ii., [186].
There grows a bonnie brier-bush in our kail-yard, vol. i., [215].
There is a bonnie blushing flower, vol. v., [256].
There is a concert in the trees, vol. iv., [208].
There is a pang for every heart, vol. iii., [148].
There is music in the storm, love, vol. vi., [180].
There lived a lass in Inverness, vol. iii., [14].
There lives a lassie i' the braes, vol. i., [24].
There lives a young lassie, vol. iv., [116].
There 's a thrill of emotion, half painful, half sweet, vol. iii., [222].
There 's cauld kail in Aberdeen, vol. i., [48].
There 's cauld kail in Aberdeen, vol. i., [210].
There 's high and low, there 's rich and poor, vol. i., [194].
There 's meikle bliss in ae fond kiss, vol. vi., [128].
There 's mony a flower beside the rose, vol. iv., [188].
There 's music in the flowing tide, there 's music in the air, vol. ii., [275].
There 's music in a mother's voice, vol. vi., [51].
There 's nae covenant noo, lassie, vol. ii., [187].
There 's nae hame like the hame o' youth, vol. iv., [228].
There 's nae love like early love, vol. iii., [185].
There 's nane may ever guess or trow my bonnie lassie's name, vol. v., [206].
There 's some can be happy and bide whar they are, vol. vi., [163].
There was a musician wha play'd a good stick, vol. i., [271].
The rosebud blushing to the morn, vol. ii., [105].
The Rover o' Lochryan, he 's gane, vol. v., [64].
The Scotch blue bell, vol. v., [233].
The season comes when first we met, vol. i., [43].
The sea, the deep, deep sea, vol. iii., [218].
The shadows of evening fall silent around, vol. vi., [146].
The sky in beauty arch'd, vol. iv., [154].
The skylark sings his matin lay, vol. vi., [63].
The soldier waves the shining sword, the shepherd-boy his crook; vol. v., [68].
The spring comes back to woo the earth, vol. v., [156].
The storm grew faint as daylight tinged, vol. iv., [212].
The summer comes wi' rosy wreaths, vol. vi., [36].
The sun blinks sweetly on yon shaw, vol. ii., [175].
The sun-down had mantled Ben Nevis with night vol. iv., [287].
The sun hadna peep'd frae behint the dark billow, vol. iii., [129].
The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond, vol. ii., [136].
The sun is setting on sweet Glengarry, vol. ii., [176].
The sun is sunk, the day is done, vol. i., [133].
The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day, vol. i., [41].
The sunny days are come, my love, vol. vi., [172].
The sweets o' the simmer invite us to wander, vol. ii., [305].
The tears I shed must ever fall, vol. i., [168].
The tempest is raging, vol. iii., [151].
The troops were all embarked on board, vol. i., [115].
The weary sun 's gane down the west, vol. ii., [154].
The widow is feckless, the widow 's alane, vol. v., [200].
The wild rose blooms in Drummond woods, vol. iv., [236].
The women are a' gane wud, vol. i., [227].
The year is wearing to an end, vol. ii., [79].
They 're stepping off, the friends I knew, vol. vi., [45].
They speak o' wiles in woman's smiles, vol. iii., [122].
They tell me first and early love, vol. vi., [73].
They tell me o' a land whar the sky is ever clear, vol. vi., [212].
Thou bonnie wood o' Craigie Lee, vol. ii., [153].
Thou cauld gloomy Feberwar, vol. iii., [164].
Thou dark stream slow wending thy deep rocky way, vol. v., [114].
Thou gentle and kind one, vol. v., [128].
Thou hast left me, dear Dermot, to cross the wide sea, vol. iv., [107].
Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie, vol. iii., [17].
Though all fair was that bosom heaving white, vol. iv., [67].
Though fair blooms the rose in gay Anglia's bowers, vol. iv., [217].
Though long the wanderer may depart, vol. vi., [225].
Though richer swains thy love pursue, vol. i., [134].
Though siller Tweed rin o'er the Lea, vol. ii., [104].
Though the winter of age wreathes her snow on his head, vol. ii., [117].
Though this wild brain is aching, vol. iv., [155].
Thou ken'st, Mary Hay, that I lo'e thee weel, vol. ii., [167].
Thou morn full of beauty, vol. v., [140].
Through Crockstoun Castle's lanely wa's, vol. ii., [144].
Thus sang the minstrel Cormack, his anguish to beguile, vol. iii., [275].
Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue, vol. ii., [244].
Thy queenly hand, Victoria, vol. v., [264].
Thy wily eyes, my darling, vol. iv., [292].
'Tis finish'd, they 've died for their forefathers' land, vol. iv., [153].
'Tis haena ye heard, man, o' Barrochan Jean, vol. ii., [150].
'Tis not the rose upon the cheek, vol. iii., [60].
'Tis sair to dream o' them we like, vol. iii., [266].
'Tis sweet wi' blithesome heart to stray, vol. v., [186].
'Tis the fa' o' the leaf, and the cauld winds are blawing, vol. v., [258].
'Tis the first rose o' summer that opes to my view, vol. iii., [264].
'Tis Yule! 'tis Yule! all eyes are bright, vol. vi., [65].
Together, dearest, we have play'd, vol. v., [22].
To live in cities, and to join, vol. v., [245].
Touch once more a sober measure, vol. iii., [178].
To Scotland's ancient realm, vol. v., [272].
To wander lang in foreign lands, vol. iii., [210].
True love is water'd aye wi' tears, vol. i., [233].
Trust not these seas again, vol. vi., [232].
Tuck, tuck, feer—from the green and growing leaves, vol. vi., [76].
'Twas a balmy summer gloamin', vol. vi., [158].
'Twas on a Monday morning, vol. ii., [61].
'Twas on a simmer afternoon, vol. i., [213].
'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing, vol. i., [72].
'Twas when December's dark'ning scowl the face of heaven o'ercast, vol. vi., [239].
'Twas when the wan leaf frae the birk-tree was fa'in', vol. ii., [314].

Up with the dawn, ye sons of toil, vol. vi., [142].

Waken, lords and ladies gay, vol. i., [304].
Walkin' out ae mornin' early, vol. iii., [24].
Warlike chieftains now assembled, vol. v., [40].
Weep away, heart, weep away, vol. vi., [59].
Weep not over poet's wrong, vol. vi., [69].
Welcome, pretty little stranger, vol. i., [257].
We 'll meet beside the dusky glen on yon burn-side, vol. ii., [140].
We 'll meet yet again, my loved fair one, when o'er us, vol. iv., [53].
We part, yet wherefore should I weep, vol. v., [105].
Were I a doughty cavalier, vol. v., [127].
Were I but able to rehearse, vol. i., [17].
We were baith neebor bairns, thegither we play'd, vol. vi., [185].
Wha 'll buy caller herrin', vol. i., [195].
Whan Jamie first woo'd me he was but a youth, vol. iii., [25].
Whare hae ye been a' day, vol. i., [83].
What ails my heart—what dims my e'e? vol. v., [253].
What ails ye, my lassie, my dawtie, my ain? vol. vi., [78].
What are the flowers of Scotland, vol. ii., [66].
What fond, delicious ecstasy does early love impart, vol. vi., [85].
What makes this hour a day to me? vol. v., [33].
What though ye hae nor kith nor kin, vol. v., [238].
What 's this vain world to me, vol. i., [236].
What wakes the poet's lyre, vol. iv., [91].
When a' ither bairnies are hush'd to their hame, vol. iii., [123].
When autumn comes and heather bells, vol. iv., [132].
When Charlie to the Highlands came, vol. ii., [180].
When cities of old days, vol. iv., [156].
When first I cam' to be a man, vol. i., [13].
When fops and fools together prate, vol. i., [31].
When friendship, love, and truth abound, vol. i., [253].
When hope lies dead within the heart, vol. i., [45].
When I began the world first, vol. i., [33].
When I look far down on the valley below me, vol. iv., [169].
When I think on the lads and the land I hae left, vol. v., [66].
When I think on the sweet smiles o' my lassie, vol. ii., [307].
When I was a miller in Fife, vol. iii., [92].
When Katie was scarce out nineteen, vol. i., [157].
When loud the horn is sounding, vol. vi., [63].
When merry hearts were gay, vol. i., [92].
When my flocks upon the heathy hill are lyin' a' at rest, vol. iv., [49].
When others are boasting 'bout fetes and parades, vol. v., [153].
When rosy day far in the west has vanish'd frae the scene, vol. v., [151].
When sets the sun o'er Lomond's height, vol. ii., [183].
When shall we meet again, vol. iv., [81].
When the bee has left the blossom, vol. v., [73].
When the fair one and the dear one, vol. ii., [190].
When the glen all is still save the stream of the fountain, vol. iv., [58].
When the lark is in the air, vol. iii., [158].
When the maid of my heart, with the dark rolling eye, vol. iv., [270].
When the morning's first ray saw the mighty in arms, vol. iv., [79].
When the sheep are in the fauld, vol. i., [64].
When the star of the morning is set, vol. iv., [66].
When the sun gaes down, vol. v., [109].
When thy smile was still clouded, vol. ii., [282].
When we meet again, Lisette, vol. vi., [190].
When white was my owrelay, vol. i., [134].
When winter winds forget to blaw, vol. i., [268].
Where Manor's stream rins blithe an' clear, vol. iii., [262].
Where shall the lover rest, vol. i., [292].
Where the faded flower shall freshen, vol. vi., [230].
Where windin' Tarf, by broomy knowes, vol. iii., [67].
While beaux and belles parade the street, vol. iv., [213].
While the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray, vol. i., [303].
Why does the day whose date is brief, vol. iii., [202].
Why gaze on that pale face, vol. vi., [161].
Why is my spirit sad, vol. vi., [41].
Why tarries my love, vol. i., [68].
Wi' a hundred pipers an' a', an a', vol. i., [226].
Wifie, come hame, vol. v., [203].
Wi' heart sincere I love thee, Bell, vol. iii., [54].
Will ye gang o'er the lea rig, vol. i., [202].
Will ye go to the Highlands, my Mary, vol. iii., [66].
Will you go to the woodlands with me, with me, vol. v., [180].
Winter's cauld and cheerless blast, vol. v., [196].
With a breezy burst of singing, vol. v., [285].
With drooping heart he turn'd away, vol. vi., [218].
Within the towers of ancient Glammis, vol. ii., [88].
With laughter swimming in thine eye, vol. iii., [88].
With lofty song we love to cheer, vol. v., [23].
Would that I were where wild woods wave, vol. iv., [68].
Would you be young again? vol. i., [235].

Ye briery bields, where roses blaw, vol. ii., [231].
Ye daisied glens and briery braes, vol. iii., [208].
Ye dark, rugged rocks that recline o'er the deep, vol. i., [179].
Ye hameless glens and waving woods, vol. vi., [151].
Ye have cross'd o'er the wave from the glades where I roved, vol. vi., [195].
Ye ken whaur yon wee burnie, love, vol. v., [148].
Ye mariners of England, vol. ii., [262].
Ye mauna be proud, although ye be great, vol. v., [205].
Ye needna be courtin' at me, auld man, vol. iv., [222].
Yes, the shades we must leave which my childhood has haunted, vol. ii., [281].
Yestreen, as I strayed on the banks o' the Clyde, vol. iii., [187].
Yestreen, on Cample's bonnie flood, vol. v., [21].
Ye swains wha are touch'd wi' saft sympathy's feelin', vol. ii., [96].
Ye 've seen the blooming rosy brier, vol. iv., [249].
Yon old temple pile, where the moon dimly flashes, vol. v., [174].
Young Donald, dearer loved than life, vol. iv., [113].
Young Love once woo'd a budding rose, vol. vi., [64]
Young Randal was a bonnie lad when he gaed awa, vol. v., [126].
Your foes are at hand, and the brand that they wield, vol. v., [84].
You 've surely heard of famous Neil, vol. ii., [86].

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