* * * * * John Anderson, my jo, John, 187 John Gilpin was a citizen, 139 * * * * * Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, 345 King Death was a rare old fellow, 280 * * * * * Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, 185 Lawn as white as driven snow, 85 Lay a garland on my hearse, 14 Let me the canakin clink, clink, 86 Let the bells ring, and let the boys sing, 15 Lithe and listen, gentlemen, 53 Long the proud Spaniards had vaunted to conquer us, 63 Lord, thou hast given me a cell, 113 Love wakes and weeps, 249 * * * * * Maxwelltown braes are bonnie, 130 Men of England! who inherit, 263 Mine be a cot beside the hill, 193 Move eastward, happy earth, and leave, 327 My banks they are furnished with bees, 139 My heart is sair, I darena tell, 183 My heart is wasted with my woe, 320 My mind to me a kingdom is, 10 My true love hath my heart, 18 * * * * * Napoleon's banners at Boulogne, 259 No stir in the air, no stir in the sea, 231 Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, 282 Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are, 305 Now, now the mirth comes, 112 Now ponder well, you parents dear, 33 Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white, 338 Now the hungry lion roars, 89 * * * * * Of all the girls that are so smart, 133 Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, 185 Of Nelson and the North, 257 Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, 239 Oft in the stilly night, 276 Oh, call my brother back to me, 292 Oh, Mary, go and call the cattle home, 349 Oh! the days are gone when Beauty bright, 273 Oh, the sweet contentment, 127