John Anderson my jo, John John Anderson my jo, cum in as ze gae by K. Keen blaws the wind o'er Donocht-head Keen blaws the win' o'er the braes o' Gleniffer Kenmure's on and awa, Willie Know ye the fair one whom I love! L. Lang hae we parted been Let us go, lassie, go Let us haste to Kelvin Grove, bonnie lassie, O Love never more shall give me pain M. Maxweltown banks are bonnie My dear and only love, I pray My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here My Jeany and I have toil'd My lover has left me My Patie is a lover gay My Peggy is a young thing My sheep I neglected, I broke my sheep-hook Oh Of a' the airts the wind can blaw O gin my love were yon red rose how could I venture to love one like thee Oh, how hard it is to find O Logie of Buchan, its Logie the laird O lusty Maye, with Flora quene O luve will venture in, where it daurna weel be seen Our bugles sang truce-for the night cloud had lower'd Our gudeman came hame at e'en Our native land, our native vale Our thistles flourish'd fresh and fair O waly waly up the bank O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut O, young Lochinvar has come out of the west Red gleams the Sun on yon hill tap Red rowes the Nith 'tween bank and brae Robeyns Jok cam to wow our Jynny • 197 S. Saddled and bridled 124 Saw ye my wee thing, saw ye my ain thing The day is departed, and round from the cloud The gloamin saw us a' sit down The gypsies cam to the Earl o' Cassilis' gate Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon 328 346 242 The moon had climb'd the highest hill The moon's on the lake, and the mists on the brae The moon was a-waning The morn was fair, saft was the air 193 277 284 113 Page There came a young man to my daddie's door There lived a lass in Inverness There lived a man into the west There's cauld kail in Aberdeen There was a jolly beggar There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes There was ance a May, and she loe'd nae men There was a lass, and she was fair 239 The robin came to the wrens nest 72 The smiling morn, the breathing spring 127 169 The sun has gape down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond 264 334 The sun rises bright in France 317 The sun sets in night and the stars shun the day 208 71 207 The wind comes frae the land I love 147 The winter time is past The yellow hair'd laddie sat down on yon brae 'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing Page Wha wadnae be in love When Britain first at Heaven's command When I bae a saxpence under my thumb When Napoleon was flying 302 When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame 205 When Sappho struck the quivering wire 136 When the rough north forgets to howl 138 When trees did bad, and fields were green While with her white and nimble hands 108 247 130 66 137 Why weep ye by the tide, ladie Will ye gae to the ewe-bughts, Marion LONDON: PRINTED BY W. NICOL, 51, PALL MALL. |