Poems & songs . ...... 316 This is no my ain Lassie ..... ... 279 Thou hast left me ever, Jamie . . . -324 Tibbie Dunbar ...... . 188 To Chloris ......... 241 To Daunton me . . • • • . 188 CONTENTS. xi Page To Mary in Heaven ........ 184 Twas na her Bonnie Blue Ee .... ... 270 Up in the Morning early ........ 285 Wandering Willie ........ 208 War Song ......... 216 What can a Young Lassie do . . . • *55 When first I saw Fair Jeanies Face . . . 194 When I think on the Happy Days . . . -320 When Rosy May comes in wi Flowers ...... 262 Whistle oer the Lave ot ....... 203 Willie brewd a Peck o Mau
Poems & songs . ...... 316 This is no my ain Lassie ..... ... 279 Thou hast left me ever, Jamie . . . -324 Tibbie Dunbar ...... . 188 To Chloris ......... 241 To Daunton me . . • • • . 188 CONTENTS. xi Page To Mary in Heaven ........ 184 Twas na her Bonnie Blue Ee .... ... 270 Up in the Morning early ........ 285 Wandering Willie ........ 208 War Song ......... 216 What can a Young Lassie do . . . • *55 When first I saw Fair Jeanies Face . . . 194 When I think on the Happy Days . . . -320 When Rosy May comes in wi Flowers ...... 262 Whistle oer the Lave ot ....... 203 Willie brewd a Peck o Maut . . . .181 Will you go to the Indies, my Mary . . . -314 Winter it is past, The . . . . .182 Winter of Life, The ........ 254 Womens Minds ......... 202 Yon Wild Mossy Mountains . . . . 311 Young Highland Rover, The . . . .178 Young Jamie, Pride of a the Plain ...... 256 Young Peggy ......... 162 Notes . . . . . 325 Glossary ......... 329 c. LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Engraved by R, Paterson. Drawn by Page Winter : a Dirge. The wintry west extends his blast, And hail and rain does blaw. y. M1 Whirier. I The Cotters Saturday Night. Then kneeling down, to Heavens eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays. y. Lawson. 5 To A Mountain Daisy. Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flowr. Miss A. E. MiWhirter. II Tam o Shanter. Kirk-Alio way seemd in a bleeze ;Thro ilka bore the beams were glancin,An loud resounded mirth and dancin. On Scaring some , ye tenants of the lake,For me your watry haunts forsake ? Address to the Toothache. Adown my beard the slavers trickle !I kick the wee stools oer the mickle. Lament of Mary Queen of nature hangs her mantle greenOn every blooming tree. The Twa Dogs. Twa dogs, that werena thrang at hame,Forgatherd ance upon a time. Or lee-lang nights, wi crabbit leuks,Pore owre the devils picturd beuks. E. y. Douglas. 17 y. MWhirter. 25 George Hay. 31 y. MWhirter. 35 E. y. Dou
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