O whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad, 62 O why should fate sic pleasure have, 123 O Willie brew’d a peck o’ maut, 50 O ye wha are sae guid yoursel, 106 Robin was a rovin’ boy, 1 Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, 74 Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled, 166 She is a winsome wee thing, 93 Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 170 Simmer’s a pleasant time, 163 The bonniest lad that e’er I saw, 68 The cardin’ o’t, the spinnin’ o’t, 57 The Catrine woods were yellow seen, 162 The gloomy night is gathering fast, 67 The lovely lass o’ Inverness, 140 The red-coat lads, wi’ black cockades, 17 Then guidwife, count the lawin, 51 Then hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher, 132 There’s auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, 122 There’s naught but care on ev’ry han’, 22 There was a lad was born in Kyle, 1 There was a lass, and she was fair, 109 There was a lass, they ca’d her Meg, 60 There was three Kings into the east, 48 The sun had closed the winter day, 200 The wind blew hollow frae the hills, 157 The wintry wast extends his blast, 46 Tho’ cruel fate should bid us part, 31 Thou hast left me ever, Jamie, 113 Thou lingering star, with lessening ray, 14 To the weavers gin ye go, fair maids, 105 ’Twas even—the dewy fields were green, 141 ’Twas in that place o’ Scotland’s Isle, 172 ’Twas when the stacks got on their winter-hap, 186 Up in the morning’s no’ for me, 92 We are na fou’, we’re no that fou’, 50 Wee modest crimson-tippèd flow’r, 44 Wee, sleekit, cow’rin’, tim’rous beastie, 4 What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, 104 When biting Boreas, fell and dour, 23 When chapman billies leave the street, 193 When chill November’s surly blast, 64 When I think on the happy days, 12 When o’er the hill the eastern star, 145 Where Cart rins rowin’ to the sea, 147 While briers an’ woodbines budding green, 52 While new-ca’d kye rowte at the stake, 85 While winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, 26 Why am I loath to leave this earthly scene, 160 Wi’ braw new branks in mickle pride, 76 Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, 133 Wow, but your letter made me vauntie, 149 Ye banks, and braes, and streams around, 8 Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon, 120 WILLIAM BRENDON AND SON, LTD. PRINTERS, PLYMOUTH List of Poem Titles Songs and Lyrics