He's gone on the mountain, 85.

He's no more on the green hill, 76.
He's owre the hills, 63.

He's up at early morning, 467.
Heard ye the bagpipe, 263.
Heart, take courage, 432.
Hech, what a change, 158.

Her hair was like the Cromla mist, 148.
Her lip is o' the rose's hue, 402.
Here we go upon the tide, 114.
Here's a health to the land, 351.

Here's to them, to them that are gane, 71.
Here's to the year that's awa', 323.
Hersell pe auchty years and twa, 115.
Hey for the Hielan' heather, 269.
Hey, my bonnie wee lassie, 417.
Home of my fathers, 332.
Hope cannot cheat us, 433.

How blythely the pipe, 313.

How brightly beams the bonnie moon, 214.

How gay is the Sheriff's roving life, 490.
How happy a life, 9.

How happy lives the peasant, 214.

How light is my heart, 140.

How saft sink the shadows, 463.

How sweet are Leven's silver streams, 202.

How sweet are the blushes, 316.

How sweet is the scene, 167.

Hurra! for the land, 444.

Hurrah for Scotland's worth, 424.

Hurrah for the Highlands, 331.

Hurrah for the Thistle, 425.

Hurrah, hurrah for the boundless
361.

I ASK no lordling's titled name, 145.

I can like a hundred women, 452.
I canna sleep a wink, lassie, 328.

I cannot give thee all my heart, 433.

I dearly lo'e the gloamin', 467.

I dream'd thou wert a fairy harp, 436.

I form'd a green bower, 389.

I gaed to spend a week in Fife, 337.

I ha'e naebody noo, 116.

I have wander'd far, 353.

I heard the evening linnet's voice, 209.

I lately lived in quiet ease, 112.

I lo'ed ne'er a laddie but ane, 28.

I never thocht to thole the waes, 297.

I sat in the vale 'neath the hawthorns,
388.

I sing of a land that was famous, 111.

I sing of gentle woodcroft gay, 359.

I stood gazing from the window, 469.

I wadna gi'e my ain wife, 305.

I walk'd by mysel' owre the sweet braes, 218.
I wander over hill and dale, 395.

I wander'd alane at the brake, 354.

I warn you, fair maidens, 153.

I will think of my love, 212.

I will think of thee yet, 282.

I winna gang back to my minny again, 168.

I winna love the laddie, 389.

I wish I were where Helen lies, 35.

I wonder aften, Jeanie, 486.

If Fortune with a smiling face, 433.
If there's a word, 430.

If wealth thou art wooing, 415.

I'll no walk by the kirk, mother, 437.
I'll sing of yon glen of red heather, 116.
I'll tend thy bower, my bonnie May, 325.
I'll think on thee, love, 439.

I'll think o' thee, my Mary Steel, 309.

I'll twine a gowany garland, 445.

I'm afloat, I'm afloat, 361.

I'm away, I'm away, 333.

I'm naebody noo, 328.

I'm now a guid farmer, 74.

I'm wand'rin' wide this wintry night, 326.

I'm wearin' awa', John, 60.

I love a sweet lassie, mair gentle and true, 460.

I love the merry moonlight, 274.

I love the sea, I love the sea, 280.

I mark'd her look of agony, 236.

I met four chaps yon birks amang, 157.

I neither got promise of siller nor land, 232.

In a garden we were s tting, 577.

In a saft simmer gloamin', 251.

In life's gay morn, when hopes beat high, 203,
In lonely hut, 343.

In the morning of life, 243.

Is your war-pipe asleep, 282.

It fell on a morning when we were thrang, 45.

It was an English ladye bright, 82.

It's dowie in the hint o' hairst, 393.

It's hame, and it's hame, 194.

I've a guinea I can spend, 435.
I've been upon the moonlit deep, 441.
I've listen'd to the midnight wind, 244.
I've loved thee, old Scotia, 183.
I've met wi' mony maidens fair, 354.
I've no sheep on the mountain, 41.
I've seen the lily of the wold, 205.

I've seen the smiling summer flower, 305.
I've vowed to forget him, 356.

I've wander'd east and west, 454.

I've wander'd east, I've wander'd west, 252.

JENNY's heart was frank and free, 35.
John Anderson, my jo, John, 48.
Joy of my earliest days, 66.

KEEN blaws the wind o'er the braes, 135.

LASS, gin ye wad lo'e me, 304.

Lassie, dear lassie, the dew's on the gowan, 282.
Lassie wi' the gowden hair, 27.
Last midsummer's morning, 38.

Lat me look into thy face, Jeanie, 459.
Leafless and bare, 262.

Leave the city's busy throng, 460.
Let Highland lads, wi' belted plaids, 262.
Let ither anglers choose their ain, 422.
Let the proud Indian boast, 284.
Let the table be spread, 197.

Let us go, lassie, go, 136.

Let us haste to Kelvin Grove, 308.

Let wrapt musicians strike the lyre, 232.

Life's pleasure seems sadness and care, 475.
Liking is a little boy, 455.

Little Andrew, lively Andrew, 454.
Little white Lily, 485.

Lock the door, Lariston, 116.

Lord Ronald came to his lady's bower, 149.
Loudon's bonnie woods, 134.
Loved land of my kindred, 269.

Lovely maiden, art thou sleeping? 214.
Lowland lassie, wilt thou go, 140.

'MANG a' the lasses young, 246.
Mary, why thus waste, 141.
Meet me on the gowan lea, 409.
Men of England, who inherit, 175.
Mild as the morning, 317.
More dark is my soul, 387.

Musing, we sat in our garden bower, 399.
My Bessie, oh, but look upon, 288.

My bonnie wean! 472.

My bonnie wee Bell, 394.

My bonnie wee wifie, 416.

My couthie auld wife, 444.
My dear little lassie, 72.
My friend is a Mole, 420.
My gipsy maid, 469.

My hawk is tired of perch and hood, 85.
My lassie is lovely, 205.

My lassie wi' the sunny locks, 198.
My luve's in Germanie, 29.

My mother bids me bind my hair, 13.
My name it is Donald M'Donald, 107.
My native land! my native land! 480.
My wee wife dwells in yonder cot, 288.

My wife's a winsome wee thing, 184.

My young heart's luve! twal' years ha'e been,
363.

NAE mair we'll meet again, 249.
Name the leaves, 455.

No more by thy margin, dark Carron, 362.
No sky shines so bright, 388.
No sound was heard, 264.
Now bank and brae, 167.

Now, Jenny, lass, my bonnie bird, 121.
Now rests the red sun, 170.

Now simmer decks the field, 186.
Now simmer walks, 260.

Now smiling summer's balmy breeze, 163
Now the beams of May morn, 232.

Now there's peace on the shore, 239.
Now winter wi' his cloudy brow, 137.
Now winter's wind sweeps, 51.

O COME! for the lily, 197.

O come with me, for the queen of night, 209.
O could I fly like, 141.

O do not ask a wreath, 335.

O gentle sleep wilt thou lay thy head, 219.

O June, ye spring the loveliest flowers, 318.
O lassie ayont the hill, 484.

O lassie! wilt thou gang wi' me, 210.

O leeze me on the bonnie lass, 148.

O our childhood's once delightful hours, 243.
O sarely may I rue the day, 110.

O sweet is the blossom o' the hawthorn, 329.
O sweet is the calm, 315.

O take me to yon sunny, 261.

O tell me, bonnie young lassie, 27.
O the bonnie braes, 260.

O wat ye wha's in yon house, 454.
O weel befa' the maiden gay, 113.
O what will a' the lads do, 115.

O what will we do, 420.

O! why should old age, 7.

O will ye go to yon burn side, 211.

O ye tears! O ye tears! 434.

October winds, wi' biting breath, 155.
O'er mountain and valley, 236.
O'er the mist-shrouded cliffs, 319.

Of Nelson and the north, 174.

Of streams that down the valley run, 131.
Of wealth in profusion, 407.

Oh, an' I were where Gadie rins, 339.
Oh! are ye sleeping, Maggie, 137.
Oh! away to the Tweed, 360.
Oh, beautiful and bright thou art, 344.
Oh, blessing on her star-like een, 399.

Oh! blessing on thee, land, 400.
Oh, bonnie are the howes, 292.
Oh, bonnie buds yon birchen-tree, 166.
Oh, bonnie Nelly Brown, 334.
Oh, brave Caledonians, 224.

Oh, bright the beaming queen o' night, 409.
Oh, brightly glides, 339.

Oh, Castell Gloom! thy strength is gone, 68.
Oh, Charlie is my darling, 207.
Oh, come, my bonnie bark, 195.
Oh! dear to me's the dusky, 352.
Oh! dear were the joys, 208.

Oh, dinna ask me gin I lo'e thee, 323.
Oh, dinna be sae sair cast down, 318.
Oh, dinna look ye pridefu' doon, 412.
Oh, dinna think, bonnie lassie, 30.
Oh! distant but dear, 269.

Oh! gin I were where Gadie rins, 271.
Oh, grand bounds the deer, 16.
Oh, guess ye wha I met yestreen, 457.
Oh, hame is aye hamely still, 296.
Oh, hast thou forgotten, 309.
Oh, haud na' yer noddle sae hie, 400.
Oh! heard ye yon pibroch sound sad, 174.
Oh! how can I be cheerie, 227.
Oh! I lo'ed my lassie weel, 255.
Oh, lady, twine no wreath for me, 86.
Oh, lassie! I lo'e dearest, 319.
Oh, lassie! if thou'lt gang, 390.
Oh, lassie wilt thou go? 180.

Oh, lay them canny doon, Jamie, 474.

Oh, leave me not! the evening hour, 322.
Oh Mary, look how sweetly, 408.
Oh! Mary, while thy gentle cheek, 325.
Oh! meet me in the glen, Jessie dear, 487.
Oh, merrily and gallantly, 402.

Oh, mind ye the ewe-bughts, my Marion, 16.
Oh, mony a year has come and gane, 418.
Oh, murmuring waters, 447.

Oh, my lassie, our joy to complete again, 109.
Oh! my love is very lovely, 432.

Oh, my love was fair as the siller clud, 358.
Oh, neighbours! what had I to do? 43.
Oh! never, no, never, 346.

Oh, saft is the blink o' thine ee lassie, 413.
Oh saftly fa's the gloaming, 464.

Oh! saw ye my wee thing, 26.

Oh, saw ye this sweet, bonnie lassie o' mine, 309.
Oh! say na you maun gang awa', 292.
Oh! say not life is ever drear, 397.
Oh! say not, my love, 87.

Oh! say not o' war the young soldier, 295.
Oh! scenes of my childhood, 177.

Oh, some will tune their mournfu' strains, 70.

Oh! stopna, bonnie bird, that strain, 229.
Oh, sweet are the wild flowers, 489.
Oh, sweet were the hours, 220.
Oh, swiftly bounds our gallant bark, 355.
Oh! tell me what sound, 391.

Oh, the auld house, the auld house! 69.
Oh the bonnie Hieland hills, 300.
Oh, the breeze of the mountain, 153.
Oh the cauld breath, 351.

Oh! the happy days o' youth, 259.
Oh! the happy time departed, 434.
Oh! the sunny peaches glow, 233.
Oh! the land of hills, 310.

Oh! the winning charm of gentleness, 427.
Oh, there's naebody hears, 426.

Oh, tuneful voice! I still deplore, 13.
Oh, wae be to the orders, 253.
Oh! wae's me on gowd, 459.
Oh! waft me to the fairy clime, 266.
Oh, we aft ha'e met at e'en, 250.
Oh, we ha'e been amang the bowers, 488.
Oh, weel I lo'e our auld Scots sangs, 397.
Oh, weel's me on my ain man, 66.
Oh, wha's at the window, wha? 306.

Oh, what are the chains of love made of, 274.
Oh, what care I where love was born, 416.
Oh, where are the pretty men of yore, 405.
Oh! where has the exile his home? 305.
Oh, where, tell me where, 32.

Oh! why left I my hame, 259.

Oh wild and stormy, 447.

Oh I will ye walk the wood wi' me? 310.
Oh! would that the wind, 285.

Oh! years ha'e come an' years ha'e gane, 289.

Oh yes, there's a valley, 306.
Oh, young Lochinvar, 82.
Old Scotland I love thee, 331.
Old winter flieth to the north, 469.
On a green mossy bank, 350.
On fair Clydeside, 324.

On Linden, when the sun, 176.

On! on to the fields where of old, 387.
On the banks o' the burn, 189..

On thee, Eliza, dwell my thoughts, 147.

On this unfrequented plain, 183.

Once more on the broad-bosom'd ocean, 291.
One kiss, my love, 153.
Only a baby small, 487.

Or ere we part, my heart leaps hie, 330.

Our ain native land, our ain native land, 386.
Our bonny Scots lads, 136.

Our Mary liket weel to stray, 391.
Our native land, our native vale, 222.
Ours is no venal pomp, 344.

Ours is the land of gallant hearts, 385.

PIBROCH of Donuil Dhu, 84.

Praises to Him who built the hills, 483.
Preserve us a' what shall we do, 122.
Put off, put off, and row with speed, 148.

QUOTH Rab to Kate, my sonsy dear, 121.

RAISE high the battle-song, 229.
Red gleams the sun on yon hill tap, 16.
Returning Spring, with gladsome ray, 52.
Rise, little star, 312.

Rise, my love! the moon unclouded, 278.
Rise, rise, Lowland and Highlandmen, 271.
Rising o'er the heaving billow, 314.
Robin is my ain gudeman, 66.
Roy's wife of Aldivalloch, 15.

SAE lightly fa's, 401.

Saw

ye

Johnnie comin', quo' she, 45.
Saw ye nae my Peggie, 67.
Saw ye ne'er a lanely lassie, 68.
Say wilt thou, Leila, when alone, 437.
Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure, 169.
Scotia's thistle guards the grave, 385.
Scotland, thy mountains, 337.

See the moon o'er cloudless Jura, 243.
Send a horse to the water, 64.
She died in beauty! like a rose, 284.
She was naebody's bairn, 411.
She was wearin' awa', 364.

She's aff and awa', 272.
She's a' my ain, 486.

She's gane to dwall in heaven, my lassie, 193.
Sing a' ye bards wi' loud acclaim, 230.
Sing not to me of sunny shores, 355.

Sing on fairy Devon, 444.

Sing on, thou little bird, 180.

Soldier, rest! thy warfare's o'er, 83.
Songs of my native land, 67.
Stay, proud bird of the shore, 276.
Still must my pipe, 117.
Sublime is Scotia's mountain land, 466.
Summer ocean, 347.

Surrounded wi' bent and wi' heather, 74.
Sweet bard of Ettrick's glen, 262.
Sweet's the dew-deck'd rose in June, 267.
Sweet summer now is by, 311.

Sweetly shines the sun on auld Edinbro' toun,
303.

TASTE life's glad moments, 158.
Tell me, dear! in mercy speak, 458.

Tell me, Jessie, tell me why? 37.
The autumn winds are sighing, 485.
The balmy west is flowing, 415.
The bard strikes his harp, 168.
The bard strikes his harp, 320.
The beacons blazed, the banners flew, 317.
The best o' joys maun ha'e an end, 70.
The blackbird's hymn is sweet, 277.
The bonnie, bonnie bairn, 411.
The bonnie rowan bush, 301.

The breath o' spring is gratefu', 408.

The bride she is winsome and bonnie, 45.
The bucket, the bucket, the bucket for me, 298.
The cantie spring scarce reared her head, 207.
The clouds are scowling, 453.
The cranreuch's on my head, 445.
The dark grey o' gloamin', 304.
The daisy is fair, 114.

The ee o' the dawn, Eliza, 277.

The fields, the streams, the skies, are fair, 430.
The gathering clans 'mong Scotia's glens, 386.
The gloamin' star was showerin', 445.
The glory of England, 261.

The gloom of dark despondency, 475.
The gowan glitters on the sward, 44.
The harvest is o'er, 141.

The hawk whoops on high, 51.

The heath this night must be my bed, 84.
The Highland hills, 466.
The Laird o' Cockpen, 61.

The lake is at rest, love, 264.

The lark has left the evening cloud, 194.

The last gleam o' sunset, 248.

The lily of the vale is sweet, 316.

The little comer's coming, 405.

The loved of early days, 285.

The love-sick maid, the love-sick maid, 266.
The maid is at the altar kneeling, 280.

The midges dance, 138.

The mitherless lammie, 67.

The moon hung o'er the gay greenwood, 276.

The moon in virgin blushes, 315.

The moon is in the lift, 351.

The moon shone in fits, 160.

The moon was a waning, 117.
The mother with her blooming child, 327.
The muirs and the waters, 448.
The music of the night, 247.
The music o' the year is hush'd, 144.
The neighbours a' they wonder how, 183.
The news frae Moidart cam' yestreen, 62.
The nicht had been rainy, 472.

The oak is Britain's pride, 423.
The primrose is bonnie in spring, 147.

The rosebud blushing to the morn, 124.
The Rover o' Lochryan he's gane, 393.
The rustling of the wester, 407.

The sailor sings in the shrouds aloft, 487.
The Scotch blue-bell, 425.
The sea-the deep, deep sea, 247.

The season comes when first we met, 13.
The sky in beauty arch'd, 279.
The skylark sings his matin lay, 348
The snows are departed, 415.
The spirit of Britannia, 176.

The spring comes back, 326.
The storm grew faint, 295.

The sun blinks sweetly on yon shaw, 147.
The sun hadna peep'd, 228.

The sun has gane down, 134.

The sun is setting on sweet Glengarry, 147.
The sun is sunk, the day is done, 41.
The sun sets in night, 12.
The sweets o' the simmer, 186.
The tears I shed must ever fall, 51.
The tempest is raging, 233.

The troops were all embarked, 36.
The weary draw to rest, 461.
The weary sun's gane down, 142.

The weary sun to rest has gane, 352.
The weirdly rider's on the plain, 473.

The wild rose blooms in Drummond woods,
302.

The winter sat lang on the spring, 35.
The year is wearing to the wane, 117.
There are moments when my spirit, 479.
There came to the beach, 175.
There grew in bonnie Scotland, 149.
There grows a bonnie brier-bush, 64.
There is a bonnie blushing flower, 333.
There is a concert in the trees, 294.
There is a happy land, 482.
There is a pang for every heart, 232.
There is hope, 212.

There is music in the storm, love, 468.
There lived a lass in Inverness, 195.
There lives a lassie i' the braes, 8.
There lives a young lassie, 271.
There was a musician, 75.

There were twa doos sat in a dookit, 67.
There's cauld kail in Aberdeen, 14.
There's cauld kail in Aberdeen, 68.
There's meikle bliss in ae fond kiss, 457.
There's mony a flower beside the rose, 288.
There's music in a mother's voice, 439.
There's music in the flowing tide, 179.
There's nae covenant noo, lassie, 150.
There's nae grain, 345.

There's nae hame like the hame o' youth, 300.
There's nae love like early love, 242.
There's nane may ever guess, 413.
There's many a man,
419.

There's some can be happy, 356.
They come, they come, 345.

They speak o' wiles in woman's smiles, 226.
They tell me in yon sunny land, 462.
They're stepping off, 438.

Thou bonnie wood o' Craigie Lee, 140.
Thou cauld gloomy Feberwar, 236.
Thou dark stream slow wending, 401
Thou dark winding Carron, 138.
Thou gentle and kind one, 404.
Thou hast left me, dear Dermot, 268.
Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie, 196.
Thou ken'st, Mary Hay, that I lo'e thee weel,
145.

Thou morn full of beauty, 407.

Though all fair was that bosom, 390.
Though fair blooms the rose, 296.
Though long the wanderer may depart, 312
Though richer swains thy love pursue, 42.
Though siller Tweed rin o'er the lea, 124.
Though the winter of age, 127.

Though this wild brain is aching, 279.
Through clouds of gold, 446.

Through Crockston Castle's lanely wa's, 136.
Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue, 167.

Thy queenly hand, Victoria, 429.

'Tis haena ye heard, man, o' Barrochan Jean,
139.

'Tis sair to dream o' them we like, 259.

'Tis strange how men and things revive, 491.
"Tis sweet wi' blythesome heart to stray, 329.
'Tis the fa' o' the leaf, 428.

"Tis the first rose o' summer, 258.
To campes and courts, 315.

To Scotland's ancient realm, 430.
To whom belongs this valley, 219.
Tossing through the starless night, 470.
Touch once more a sober measure, 240.
Trip along, bright feet of May, 483.
Tuck, tuck, feer, 441.

'Twas on a bonnie, 352.

'Twas on a Monday morning, 63.
'Twas on a Monday morning, 112,

"Twas on a simmer afternoon, 62.

"Twas summer and softly the breezes, 22.
"Twas when the wan leaf, 189.

UP among yon cliffy rocks, 46.

Upbraid me not, 438.

Upon the banks o' flowing Clyde, 49.