S.
Saddled and bridled
Saw ye my wee thing, saw ye my ain thing
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled
Shall I tell you whom I love
Shepherd dost thou love me well
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
Still must my pipe lie idle by

T.
Talk not of love it gives me pain
The bonnie brucket lassie
The bride cam' out o' the byre
The Collier has a daughter
The dark gray ogloamin
The day is departed, and round from the cloud
The day returns, my bosom burns
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
The lark had left the evening cloud
The lass of Paties' mill
The lasses o' the Cannogate
The mavis sings in Mary's bower
The minstrel boy to the glen is gone
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
The night her silent sable wore
The pawky auld carle came o'er the lea

There came a young man to my daddie's door
There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin .
There dwelt a man on Crawford moor
'There lived a lass in Inverness
There lived a man into the west
There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes
There's cauld kail in Aberdeen
There was a jolly beggar
There was ance a May, and she loe'd nae men
There was a lass, and she was fair
The robin cape to the wrens nest
The smiling morn, the breathing spring
The smiling plains profusely gay
The sun bas gane down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond
The sun is sunk, the day is done
The sun rises bright in France
The sun sets in night and the stars shun the day
The tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an'a'
The tears I shed must ever fall
The wind comes frae the land I love
The winter time is past
The yellow hair'd laddie sat down on yon brae
This night is my departing night
Tho' distant far from Jessy's charms
Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray
Thro' Cruikston Castle's lonely wa's
Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen
'Tis I hae seven braw new gowns
'Twas even, the dewy fields were green
'Twas in that season of the year
'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing
'Twas whan the wan leaf frae the birk tree was fa'in

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Wha waddae be in love
When Britain first at Heaven's command
When first I came to be a man
When I hae a saxpence under my thumb
When I upon thy bosom lean
When Napoleon was flying
When o'er the hill the eastern star
When Peggy and I were acquaint
When summer comes, the swains on Tweed
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame
When Sappho struck the quivering wire
When the rough north forgets to howl
When trees did bad, and fields were green
When wild war's deadly blast was blawn
Where Thames, along the daisied meads
While fops in soft Italian verse
While with fond raptore alid amaze
While with her white and nimble hands
Why hangs that cloud upon thy brow
Why weep ye by the tide, ladie
Will ye gae to the ewe-bughts, Marion
Will ye gang c'er the lea-rig
Willie was a wanton wag

Y.

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Introd.

Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
Ye banks and bracs o' bonnie Doon
Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon
Ye gods! was Strephon's picture blest
Ye Highlands, and ye Lowlands
Ye lovers leal forbear to style
Ye mariners of England
Ye shepherds of this pleasant sale

LONDON: PRINTED BT W. NiCOL, 3), PALLWALL.