| Handsome Nell | 207 |
| Luckless Fortune | 208 |
| “I dream’d I lay where flowers were springing” | 208 |
| Tibbie, I hae seen the day | 208 |
| “My father was a farmer upon the Carrick border” | 209 |
| John Barleycorn. A Ballad | 210 |
| The Rigs o’ Barley | 210 |
| Montgomery’s Peggy | 211 |
| The Mauchline Lady | 211 |
| The Highland Lassie | 211 |
| Peggy | 212 |
| The rantin’ Dog the Daddie o’t | 213 |
| “My heart was ance as blithe and free” | 213 |
| My Nannie O | 213 |
| A Fragment. “One night as I did wander” | 214 |
| Bonnie Peggy Alison | 214 |
| Green grow the Rashes, O | 214 |
| My Jean | 215 |
| Robin | 215 |
| “Her flowing locks, the raven’s wing” | 216 |
| “O leave novels, ye Mauchline belles” | 216 |
| Young Peggy | 216 |
| The Cure for all Care | 217 |
| Eliza | 217 |
| The Sons of Old Killie | 217 |
| And maun I still on Menie doat | 218 |
| The Farewell to the Brethren of St. James’s Lodge, Tarbolton | 218 |
| On Cessnock Banks | 219 |
| Mary | 220 |
| The Lass of Ballochmyle | 220 |
| “The gloomy night is gathering fast” | 221 |
| “O whar did ye get that hauver meal bannock?” | 221 |
| The Joyful Widower | 221 |
| “O Whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad” | 222 |
| “I am my mammy’s ae bairn” | 222 |
| The Birks of Aberfeldy | 222 |
| Macpherson’s Farewell | 223 |
| Braw, braw Lads of Galla Water | 223 |
| “Stay, my charmer, can you leave me?” | 224 |
| Strathallan’s Lament | 224 |
| My Hoggie | 224 |
| Her Daddie forbad, her Minnie forbad | 224 |
| Up in the Morning early | 225 |
| The young Highland Rover | 225 |
| Hey the dusty Miller | 225 |
| Duncan Davison | 226 |
| Theniel Menzies’ bonnie Mary | 226 |
| The Banks of the Devon | 226 |
| Weary fa’ you, Duncan Gray | 227 |
| The Ploughman | 227 |
| Landlady, count the Lawin | 228 |
| “Raving winds around her blowing” | 228 |
| “How long and dreary is the night” | 228 |
| Musing on the roaring Ocean | 229 |
| Blithe, blithe and merry was she | 229 |
| The blude red rose at Yule may blaw | 229 |
| O’er the Water to Charlie | 230 |
| A Rose-bud by my early walk | 230 |
| Rattlin’, roarin’ Willie | 230 |
| Where braving angry Winter’s Storms | 231 |
| Tibbie Dunbar | 231 |
| Bonnie Castle Gordon | 231 |
| My Harry was a gallant gay | 232 |
| The Tailor fell through the bed, thimbles an’ a’ | 232 |
| Ay Waukin O! | 232 |
| Beware o’ Bonnie Ann | 233 |
| The Gardener wi’ his paidle | 233 |
| Blooming Nelly | 233 |
| The day returns, my bosom burns | 234 |
| My Love she’s but a lassie yet | 234 |
| Jamie, come try me | 234 |
| Go fetch to me a Pint O’ Wine | 235 |
| The Lazy Mist | 235 |
| O mount and go | 235 |
| Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw | 235 |
| Whistle o’er the lave o’t | 236 |
| O were I on Parnassus’ Hill | 236 |
| “There’s a youth in this city” | 237 |
| My heart’s in the Highlands | 237 |
| John Anderson, my Jo | 237 |
| Awa, Whigs, awa | 238 |
| Ca’ the Ewes to the Knowes | 238 |
| Merry hae I been teethin’ a heckle | 239 |
| The Braes of Ballochmyle | 239 |
| To Mary in Heaven | 239 |
| Eppie Adair | 240 |
| The Battle of Sherriff-muir | 240 |
| Young Jockey was the blithest lad | 241 |
| O Willie brewed a peck o’ maut | 241 |
| The braes o’ Killiecrankie, O | 241 |
| I gaed a waefu’ gate yestreen | 242 |
| The Banks of Nith | 242 |
| Tam Glen | 242 |
| Frae the friends and land I love | 243 |
| Craigie-burn Wood | 243 |
| Cock up your Beaver | 244 |
| O meikle thinks my luve o’ my beauty | 244 |
| Gudewife, count the Lawin | 244 |
| There’ll never be peace till Jamie comes hame | 245 |
| The bonnie lad that’s far awa | 245 |
| I do confess thou art sae fair | 245 |
| Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide | 246 |
| It is na, Jean, thy bonnie face | 246 |
| When I think on the happy days | 247 |
| Whan I sleep I dream | 247 |
| “I murder hate by field or flood” | 247 |
| O gude ale comes and gude ale goes | 247 |
| Robin shure in hairst | 248 |
| Bonnie Peg | 248 |
| Gudeen to you, Kimmer | 248 |
| Ah, Chloris, since it may na be | 249 |
| Eppie M’Nab | 249 |
| Wha is that at my bower-door | 249 |
| What can a young lassie do wi’ an auld man | 250 |
| Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing | 250 |
| The tither morn when I forlorn | 250 |
| Ae fond kiss, and then we sever | 251 |
| Lovely Davies | 251 |
| The weary Pond o’ Tow | 252 |
| Naebody | 252 |
| An O for ane and twenty, Tam | 252 |
| O Kenmure’s on and awa, Willie | 253 |
| The Collier Laddie | 253 |
| Nithsdale’s Welcome Hame | 254 |
| As I was a-wand’ring ae Midsummer e’enin | 254 |
| Bessy and her Spinning-wheel | 254 |
| The Posie | 255 |
| The Country Lass | 255 |
| Turn again, thou fair Eliza | 256 |
| Ye Jacobites by name | 256 |
| Ye flowery banks o’bonnie Doon | 257 |
| Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon | 257 |
| Willie Wastle | 257 |
| O Lady Mary Ann | 258 |
| Such a parcel of rogues in a nation | 258 |
| The Carle of Kellyburn braes | 259 |
| Jockey’s ta’en the parting kiss | 260 |
| Lady Onlie | 260 |
| The Chevalier’s Lament | 260 |
| Song of Death | 261 |
| Flow gently, sweet Afton | 261 |
| Bonnie Bell | 262 |
| Hey ca’ thro’, ca’ thro’ | 262 |
| The Gallant weaver | 262 |
| The deuks dang o’er my Daddie | 262 |
| She’s fair and fause | 263 |
| The Deil cam’ fiddling thro’ the town | 263 |
| The lovely Lass of Inverness | 263 |
| O my luve’s like a red, red rose | 264 |
| Louis, what reck I by thee | 264 |
| Had I the wyte she bade me | 264 |
| Coming through the rye | 265 |
| Young Jamie, pride of a’ the plain | 265 |
| Out over the Forth I look to the north | 265 |
| The Lass of Ecclefechan | 265 |
| The Cooper o’ Cuddie | 266 |
| For the sake of somebody | 266 |
| I coft a stane o’ haslock woo | 266 |
| The lass that made the bed for me | 267 |
| Sae far awa | 267 |
| I’ll ay ca’ in by yon town | 268 |
| O wat ye wha’s in yon town | 268 |
| O May, thy morn | 269 |
| Lovely Polly Stewart | 269 |
| Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie | 269 |
| Anna, thy charms my bosom fire | 270 |
| Cassilis’ Banks | 270 |
| To thee, lov’d Nith | 270 |
| Bannocks o’ Barley | 270 |
| Hee Balou! my sweet wee Donald | 270 |
| Wae is my heart, and the tear’s in my e’e | 271 |
| Here’s his health in water | 271 |
| My Peggy’s face, my Peggy’s form | 271 |
| Gloomy December | 272 |
| My lady’s gown, there’s gairs upon ’t | 272 |
| Amang the trees, where humming bees | 272 |
| The gowden locks of Anna | 273 |
| My ain kind dearie, O | 273 |
| Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary | 273 |
| She is a winsome wee thing | 274 |
| Bonny Leslie | 274 |
| Highland Mary | 275 |
| Auld Rob Morris | 275 |
| Duncan Gray | 276 |
| O poortith cauld, and restless love | 276 |
| Galla Water | 277 |
| Lord Gregory | 277 |
| Mary Morison | 277 |
| Wandering Willie. First Version | 278 |
| Wandering Willie. Last Version | 278 |
| Oh, open the door to me, oh! | 279 |
| Jessie | 279 |
| The poor and honest sodger | 279 |
| Meg o’ the Mill | 280 |
| Blithe hae I been on yon hill | 281 |
| Logan Water | 281 |
| “O were my love yon lilac fair” | 281 |
| Bonnie Jean | 282 |
| Phillis the fair | 283 |
| Had I a cave on some wild distant shore | 283 |
| By Allan stream | 283 |
| O Whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad | 284 |
| Adown windng Nith I did wander | 284 |
| Come, let me take thee to my breast | 285 |
| Daintie Davie | 285 |
| Scots wha hae wi’ Wallace bled. First Version | 285 |
| Scots wha hae wi’ Wallace bled. Second Version | 286 |
| Behold the hour, the boat arrives | 287 |
| Thou hast left me ever, Jamie | 287 |
| Auld lang syne | 287 |
| “Where are the joys I have met in the morning” | 288 |
| “Deluded swain, the pleasure” | 288 |
| Nancy | 288 |
| Husband, husband, cease your strife | 289 |
| Wilt thou be my dearie? | 289 |
| But lately seen in gladsome green | 290 |
| “Could aught of song declare my pains” | 290 |
| Here’s to thy health, my bonnie lass | 290 |
| It was a’ for our rightfu’ king | 291 |
| O steer her up and haud her gaun | 291 |
| O ay my wife she dang me | 291 |
| O wert thou in the cauld blast | 292 |
| The Banks of Cree | 292 |
| On the seas and far away | 292 |
| Ca’ the Yowes to the Knowes | 293 |
| Sae flaxen were her ringlets | 293 |
| O saw ye my dear, my Phely? | 294 |
| How lang and dreary is the night | 294 |
| Let not woman e’er complain | 294 |
| The Lover’s Morning Salute to his Mistress | 295 |
| My Chloris, mark how green the groves | 295 |
| Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe | 296 |
| Lassie wi’ the lint-white locks | 296 |
| Farewell, thou stream, that winding flows | 296 |
| O Philly, happy be the day | 297 |
| Contented wi’ little and cantie wi’ mair | 297 |
| Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy | 298 |
| My Nannie’s awa | 298 |
| O wha is she that lo’es me | 299 |
| Caledonia | 299 |
| O lay thy loof in mine, lass | 300 |
| The Fête Champêtre | 300 |
| Here’s a health to them that’s awa | 301 |
| For a’ that, and a’ that | 301 |
| Craigieburn Wood | 302 |
| O lassie, art thou sleeping yet | 302 |
| O tell na me o’ wind and rain | 303 |
| The Dumfries Volunteers | 303 |
| Address to the Wood-lark | 304 |
| On Chloris being ill | 304 |
| Their groves o’ sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon | 304 |
| ’Twas na her bonnie blue een was my ruin | 305 |
| How cruel are the parents | 305 |
| Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion | 305 |
| O this is no my ain lassie | 306 |
| Now Spring has clad the grove in green | 306 |
| O bonnie was yon rosy brier | 307 |
| Forlorn my love, no comfort near | 307 |
| Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen | 307 |
| Chloris | 308 |
| The Highland Widow’s Lament | 308 |
| To General Dumourier | 309 |
| Peg-a-Ramsey | 309 |
| There was a bonnie lass | 309 |
| O Mally’s meek, Mally’s sweet | 309 |
| Hey for a lass wi’ a tocher | 310 |
| Jessy. “Here’s a health to ane I lo’e dear” | 310 |
| Fairest Maid on Devon banks | 311 |
