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Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie O
Let votaries o' Bacchus o' wine make their boast...
Loudon's bonnie woods and braes
Love never more shall give me pain
March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale
Maxwelton banks are bopnie
Maxwelton braes are bonnie
Merry may the maid be
My country, o'er thy mountains wild.......
My daddie is a cankert carle
My dear and only love, I pray
My hawk is tired of perch and hood
My heart is sair, I darena tell..........
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here
My heid is like to rend, Willie
My love was born in Aberdeen
My mind is ver'd and sair perplex'd
My mother bids me bind my hair
My leggy is a young thing ........
My sheep I neglected—I lost my sheep-hook
Now in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays...
Now Nature hangs her mántle green
Now the sun's gane cut o' sight ...
O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray...
O Charlie is my darling
O Donaldie, Donaldie, where hae ye been.
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw
Oh, are ye sleeping, Maggie
Oh, dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee.........
Oh, gin I were fairly shot o' her.........
Oh, gin my love were yon red rose
Oh, gude ale comes, and gude ale goes
Oh, how could I venture to love one like thee
Oh, leeze me on my spinning-wheel
Oh, mirk, mirk is this midnight hour.
Oh, my love is like a red, red rose
Oh, poortith cauld and restless love
Oh, send Lewie Gordon hame........
Oh, stay, sweet-warbling woodlark, stay
Oh, wae's my heart, now Mary's gane
Oh, waly, waly up the bank
Oh, was not I a weary wight
Oh, weel may the boatie row
Oh, were I able to rehearse....
Oh, wha’s that at my chamber-door
Oh, where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone
Oh, why should old age so much wound us 0 .......
Oh, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut
O Logie o' Buchan, O Logie the laird
O lusty May, with Flora queen
One day I heard Mary say, How shall I leave thee
On Ettrick clear there grows a brier
On Whitsunday morning.......
O Sandy, why leav'st thou thy Nelly to mourn
Our gudeman cam' hame at e'en
Our native land, our native vale....
Our thistles flourish'd fresh and fair
Ower yon muir and yon lofty mountains
O Willy, weel I mind, I lent you my hand
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu
Roy's wife of Aldivalloch......
Sae flaxen were her ringlets.........
Saw ye my wee thing ? saw ye my ain thing.
Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled .......
She is a winsome wee thing.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
Should old acquaintance be forgot
Since all thy vows, false maid .........
Sing, a' ye bards, wi' loud acclaim......
Some say that kissing's a sin
Speak on, speak thus, and still my grief
Sweet sir, for your courtesie
That mushrom thing call'd Cumberland
The auld Stuarts back again
The bluid-red rose at Yule may blaw
The bonnie rowan bush
The collier has a daughter
The day returns, my bosom burns
The deil cam' fiddling through the town
The gloomy night is gath'ring fast ....
The grass is wet with shining dews
The lass o' Patie's mill...........
The last time I cam' ower the muir
The Lawland lads think they are fine
The moon had climb'd the highest hill
The moon is gleaming far and near
The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae......
The news frao Moidart cam' yestreen.........
The night her silent sable wore
There was a bridal in this town
There are twa bonny maidens and three bonny maidens.
There cam' a young man to my
There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes ....
There's cauld kail in Aberdeen
There's cauld kail in Aberdeen
There's kames o' hinnie 'tween my luve's lips
There's waefu' news in yon town
There was anes a maid, and she loo'd na men
The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning
The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond
The sun rises bright in France
The tears I shed must ever fall
The youth that should hae been our king...
Thickest night o'erhangs my dwelling
This is no mine ain house
Though Geordie reigns in James's stead
Thou art gane awa', thou art gane awa'.
Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie
Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray
Though for seven years and mair honour should reave me
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen
'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town
'Twas on a Summer's afternoon
'Twas when the wan leaf frae the birk tree was fa’in'
Thy braes were bonnie, Yarrow stream
Thy fatal shafts unerring move
Up in the morning, up in the morning
Wo'll hap and row, we'll hap and row
Wha the deil hae we gotten for a king
Wha wadna be in love.........
Whar ha'e ye been a' day.
Wha wadna fecht for Charlie
What ails this heart o' mino
What's a' the steer, kimmer
When Abercromby, gallant Scot.....
When first I came to be a man of twenty years or so
When first my dear laddie gae'd to the green hill....
When I began the world first, it was not then as now
When I think on this warld's pelf .
When I upon thy bosom lean ......
When o'er the hill the eastern star.....
When trees did bud and fields were green..
When we went to the field o' war
When wild war's deadly blast was blawn
Where hae ye been a' the day.
Where shall the lover rest
While frequent on Tweed and on Tay
Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed
Will ye gae, my bonny May
Will ye gae to the ewe-bughts, Marion
Will ye gang to the Highlands, Lizzy Lindsay,
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary
Why weep ye by the tide, ladye .......
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
Ye banks and braes and streams around
Ye rivers so limpid and clear
Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and he sought me for his bride
You've surely heard o' famous Neil
The ch and gh have always the guttural sound. The sound of the English diphthong oo is commonly spelt ou. The French u, a sound which often occurs in the Scottish language, is marked oo or ui. The a in genuine Scottish words except when forming a diphthong, or followed by an e mute after a single con Bonant, sounds generally like the broad English a in father. The Scottish diphthong ae always, and ea very often, sound like the French e masculine. The Scottish diphthong ey sounds like the Latin ei.
Aback, away, aloof.
Abeigh, at a shy distance.
Aboon, above, up.
Abread, abroad, in sight.
Abreed, in breadth.
Aff, off; aff loof, unpremeditated.
Igley, off the right line, wrong.
Aith, an oath.
Liver, an old horse.
Aizle, & bot cinder.
An', and, if.
Anent, over against.
Asklent, asquint, aslant.
Asteer, abroad, stirring.
Aught, possession; as in a' my aught, in
all my possession. Auld lang syne, older time, days of other
years. Auld, old. Luldfarran, or auld farrant, sagacious,
Ava, at all.
Aun, the beard of barley, oats, &c.
Backlins, coming back, returning.
Bad, did bid.
Baide, endured, did stay.
Baggie, the belly.
Bainie, having large bones, stout
Bairn, a child.
Bairntime, a family of children, a brood.
Ban, to swear.
Bang, to beat, to strive.
Bannock, a kind of thick cake of bread,
a small jannack, or loaf made of oat.
meal. Bardie, diminutive of bard. Barefit, barefooted. Barmie, of or like barm. Batch, a crew, a gang. Batts, bolts. Baudrons, a cat. Bauld, bold. Bawk, bank. Baws'nt, having a white stripe down
the face. Be, to let be, to give over, to cease. Bear, barley. Beastie, dimin. of beast. Beet, to add fuel to fire. Beld, bald. Belyve, by and by. Ben, into the spence or parlour, Ben Lomond, a noted mountain in Dum.
bartonshire. Bethankit, grace after meat. Beuk, a book. Bicker, a kind of wooden dish, a short Bie or bield, shelter. Bien, wealthy, plentiful. Big, to build Biggin, building, a house. Biggit, built Bili, a bull. Billie, a brother, a young fellow. Bing, a heap of grain, potatoes, &c.