Napoleon's banners at Boulogne No stir in the air, no stir in the sea Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are Now, now the mirth comes Now ponder well, you parents dear Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white Now the hungry lion roars Of all the girls that are so smart Of a' the airts the wind can blaw Of Nelson and the North Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray Oft in the stilly night Oh, call my brother back to me Oh, Mary, go and call the cattle home Oh! the days are gone when Beauty bright Oh, the sweet contentment Oh where, and oh where, is your Highland laddie gone O Jenny's a' weet, poor body O listen, listen, ladies gay O mistress mine, where are you roaming O, my luve 's like a red red rose O Nanny, wilt thou go with me On either side the river lie On Linden when the sun was low, On that deep-retiring shore On the banks of Allan Water Orpheus with his lute made trees O sing unto my roundelay O swallow, swallow, flying south Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered Over hill, over dale O waly, waly up the bank O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms O whistle and I'll come to ye, my lad O world! O life! O time! O, young Lochinvar is come out of the West Pack clouds, away, and welcome, day Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Piping down the valleys wild Proud Maisie in the wood Queen and huntress, chaste and fair Red rows the Nith 'tween bank and brae Rich and rare were the gems she wore Rose cheek'd Laura, come Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled Shall I, wasting in despair She dwelt among untrodden ways She is a winsome wee thing She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps She stood breast high among the corn She walks in beauty like the night Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more Sing his praises, that doth keep Some asked me where the rubies grew Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules Some years of late, in eighty-eight So now is come our joyfullest part So, we'll go no more a-roving Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king Still to be neat, still to be drest Sweet and low, sweet and low Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town