Oh where, and oh where, is your Highland laddie gone, 197 O Jenny's a' weet, poor body, 179 O listen, listen, ladies gay, 249 O mistress mine, where are you roaming, 84 O, my luve's like a red red rose, 179 O Nanny, wilt thou go with me, 227 On either side the river lie, 322 On Linden when the sun was low, 262 On that deep-retiring shore, 348 On the banks of Allan Water, 192 Orpheus with his lute made trees, 85 O sing unto my roundelay, 174 O swallow, swallow, flying south, 340 Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered, 253 Over hill, over dale, 88 O waly, waly up the bank, 132 O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, 286 O whistle and I'll come to ye, my lad, 183 O, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, 186 O world! O life! O time! 284 O, young Lochinvar is come out of the West, 244 * * * * * Pack clouds, away, and welcome, day, 12 Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, 248 Piping down the valleys wild, 176 Proud Maisie in the wood, 251 * * * * * Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, 94 * * * * * Red rows the Nith 'tween bank and brae, 268 Rich and rare were the gems she wore, 271 Rose cheek'd Laura, come, 92 * * * * * Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled, 177 Shall I, wasting in despair, 103 She dwelt among untrodden ways, 243 She is a winsome wee thing, 187 She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, 272 She stood breast high among the corn, 304 She walks in beauty like the night, 280 Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, 87 Sing his praises, that doth keep, 16 Some asked me where the rubies grew, 111 Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules, 160