G Galla Water Gin a body meet a body, comin' thro' the rye H Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlan ferlie Hark, the mavis' evening sang Hear, land o' Cakes, and brither Scots I bought my wife a stane o' lint I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen I I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend I'm three times doubly owre your debtor J John Anderson, my jo, John. L Lament in rhyme, lament in prose Last May a braw wooer cam' down the lang glen My curse upon your venom'd stang My heart is sair-I dare na' tell My lov'd, my honor'd, much respected friend My Nannie, O My Nannie's awa' N Now in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays 308 O Tibbie! I hae seen the day O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad Of a' the airts the wind can blaw Oh, Jenny's a' weet, poor body On a Scotch Bard gone to the West Indies On the late Captain Grose's Peregrinations thro' Scotland. Our thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair Р Poor Mailie's Elegy R Rantin', rovin' Robin Robin was a rovin' boy S Scotch Drink Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled Second Epistle to Davie, a brother Poet. Sic a wife as Willie had. Should auld acquaintance be forgot Simmer's a pleasant time Some books are lies frae end to end. T Tam Glen 288 The Banks o' Doon Tam o' Shanter-A Tale The Auld Farmer's Salutation to his Auld Mare, Maggie The blue-eyed Lassie 108 56 330, 332 310 The Bonie Wee Thing 312 PAGE W Wandering Willie . We are na fou, we're nae that fou Willie brew'd a peck o' maut 316 262 136 108 338 240 252 216 336 266 262 268 Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed Y Ye banks and braes, and streams around. 350 |