The lady sat in leafy bow’r 202 Nought but some dæmon’s baleful step 206 Hoot awa’, lads hoot awa’ 209 Ihon Redle that som tim did be 210 Howl on ye winds, and beat ye rains 211 Oh, have you seen the blushing rose _ib._ The day was quite pleasant, the Fourteenth of May 212 A bonny swain blithe Sandy nam’d 214 In Britain’s blest insland there runs a fine river 215 Now the feather’d train in each bush 216 Apollo, your aid I request 217 Ye sacred nine descend 218 Unsullied mirth attend this feast 219 To fertile soil and fragrant air 220 O bonny Hobby Elliott 221 Little wat ye wha’s coming 222 Mackintosh was a soldier brave 223 The king has written a broad letter 225 How mournful feeble Nature’s tone _ib._ In former times where Hexham town doth stand 227 Britannia scarce had planted the olive on our isle 228 Doctor Moff once more employs the burden of my song 229 The first of March, from Cockle Park 231 Next day to the Thatchmeadows I 233 Good fortune still attends the brave 234 A fair reformation would render this nation 236 The ploughman he comes home at night 237 Sweet thro’ the forest, Coquet flows _ib._ At Christmas when the wind blew cauld 238 It happen’d at good Christmas tide 239 About the bush Willy 240 I cannot get to my love if I should dee 241 As I went to Newcastle _ib._ I went to Black Heddon 242 John Thompson, just now _ib._ Of a Pitman we’ll sing _ib._ Since Winter’s keen blast must to Zephyr give place 243 All lovers of lucre may LAUD the _Lord Mayor_ 245 Northumberland lads are handsome squads 247 A farmer near Felton, fam’d for vulgar fractions 248 All men of high and low degree 250