The songs of Robert Burns : now first printed with the melodies for which they were written : a study in tone-poetry with bibliography, historical notes, and glossary / by James C. Dick.
Includes historical notes and indexes. --- Altho' my bed were in yon muir -- Yestreen I met you on the moor -- It was upon a Lammas night -- O, leave novéls, ye Mauchline belles -- Now westlin winds and slaught'ring guns -- Behind yon hills where Lugar flows -- Young Peggy blooms our boniest lass -- The Catrine woods were yellow seen -- Stay, my charmer, can you leave me? -- My heart was ance as blythe and free -- How long and dreary is the night -- Yon wild mossy mountains -- Anna, thy charms my bosom fire -- 'Twas even-the dewy fields were green -- How pleasant the banks -- The flower it blaws, it fades, it fa's -- From thee Eliza, I must go -- Where, braving angry winter's storms -- My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form -- By Oughtertyre grows the aik -- A rosebud, by my early walk -- Musing on the roaring ocean -- She's fair and fause that causes my smart -- O, will thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar -- Fate gave the word-the arrow sped -- The day returns, my bosom burns -- Ye gallants bright, I rede you right -- I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen -- Blythe hae I been on yon hill -- Yestreen I had a pint o' wine -- Wishfully I look and languish -- O, how shall I, unskilfu', try -- O, saw ye bonie Lesley? -- While larks with little wing -- Farewell, thou stream that winding flows -- A slave to love's unbounded sway -- Turn again, thou fair Eliza! -- O Philly, happy be that day -- Adown winding Nith I did wander -- O, wert thou in the cauld blast -- Ilk care and fear, when thou art near -- On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells -- O Mary, at thy window be -- Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary? -- Flow gently, sweet Afton -- Nae gentle dames, tho' ne'er sae fair -- Thou ling'ring star with less'ning ray -- Ye banks and braes and streams around -- Tho' cruel fate should bid us part -- Altho' my back be at the wa' -- When first I came to Stewart Kyle -- O thou pale Orb that silent shines -- Again rejoicing Nature sees -- Of a' the airts the wind can blaw -- O, how can I be blythe and glad? -- I hae a wife o' my ain -- It is na, Jean, thy bonie face -- Louis, what reck I by thee? -- O, were I on Parnassus' hill -- Out over the Fourth, I look to the north -- Your friendship much can make me blest -- Behold the hour, the boat arrive! -- Clarinda, mistress of my soul -- O May, thy morn was ne'er so sweet -- Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December -- Ae fond kiss, and then we sever! -- Sensibility how charming -- Wilt thou by my dearie? -- Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou? -- Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn -- Sae flaxen were her ringlets -- Can I cease to care? -- Their groves o' sweet myrtle -- I see a form, I see a face -- O, bonie was yon rosy brier -- O, wat ye wha that lo'es me -- There's nane shall ken, there's nane can guess -- Behold, my love, how green the groves -- Now Nature cleeds the flowery lea -- Where are the joys I hae met in the morning -- My Sandy gied to me a ring -- There's nought but care on ev'ry han' -- O, whar gat ye that hauver-meal bannock? -- Now simmer blinks on flow'ry braes -- As I gaed down the water-side -- On a bank of flowers in a summer day -- When rosy May comes in wi' flowers -- If thou should ask my love -- When the drums do beat -- Young Jockie was the blythest lad -- Sweet are the banks-the banks o' Doon -- Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon -- O, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay -- O, saw ye my dearie, my Eppie McNab? -- By love and by beauty -- O, luve will venture in -- Let loove sparkle in her e'e -- The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing -- Where Cart rins rowin to the sea -- I do confess thou art sae fair -- Whare live ye, my bonie lass? -- In simmer, when the hay was mawn -- When o'er the hill the e'ening star -- Braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes -- O, mirk, mirk is this midnight hour -- There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen -- Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie -- O, open the door some pity to shew -- Lang hae we parted been -- By Allan stream I chanc'd to rove -- I fee'd a man at Martinmas -- As down the burn they look their way -- O, were my love yon lilac fair -- Simmer's a pleasant time -- Go, fetch to me a pint o' wine -- Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain -- Hee balou, my sweet wee Donald -- O, saw ye my dear, my Philly -- My luve is like a red, red rose -- The ploughman, he's a bonie lad -- Thou has left me ever, Jamie -- My heart is sair-I darena tell -- The winter it is past -- Comin thro' the rye, poor body -- Wae is my heart -- O lassie, are ye sleepin yet? -- Will ye go to the Highlands, Leezie Lindsay? -- 'Twas past one o'clock -- Jockie's taen the parting kiss -- As I was walking up the street -- There was a bonie lass -- As late by a sodger I chancèd to pass -- O dear minny, what shall I do? -- Here's to thy health, my bonie lass! -- The taylor fell thro' the bed -- O, merry hae I been teethin a heckle -- My lord a-hunting he is gone -- The heather was blooming -- Weary fa' you, Duncan Gray -- I am my mammy's ae bairn -- There was a lass, they ca'd her Meg -- The blude-red rose at Yule may blaw -- Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad -- Hey the dusty miller -- I gaed up to Dunse -- My love, she's but a lassie yet -- Wha is that at my bower-door? -- There's a youth in this city -- O, meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty -- Whare are you gaun, my bonie lass -- My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie -- They snool me sair, and haud me down -- But warily tent when ye come to court me -- O, when she cam ben, she bobbed fu' law! -- O, ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten? -- Cauld is the e'enin blast -- The taylor he came here to sew -- O, steer her up -- What can a young lassie? -- Awa wi' your witchcraft o' Beauty's alarms -- Had I the wyte -- Gat ye me, O, gat ye me -- Last May a braw wooer -- Wantonness for evermair -- There's news, lasses, news -- O, Galloway Tam cam here to woo -- The Collier has a dochter -- --- First when Maggie was my care -- Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed -- I bought my wife a stane o' lint -- The bairns gat out wi' an unco shout -- Husband, husband, cease your strife -- O, that I had ne'er been married -- She play'd the loon or she was married -- On peace an' rest my mind was bent -- I coft a stane o' haslock woo -- The cooper o' Cuddie came here awa -- Guide'en to you, kimmer -- There's cauld kail in Aberdeen -- The deil cam fiddlin thro' the town -- Landlady, count the lawin -- I sing of a whistle -- It's now the day is dawin -- Should auld acquaintance be forgot? (Auld lang syne) -- O, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut -- O, rattlin, roarin Willie -- In comin by the brig o' Dye -- Adieu! a heart-warm, fond adieu -- Up wi' the carls o' Dysart -- Gane is the day -- Contented wi' little and canty wi' mair -- I had sax owsen in a pleugh -- I am a son of Mars -- I once was a maid tho' I cannot tell when -- Sir Wisdom's a fool when he's fou -- A highland lad my love was born -- Let me ryke up to dight that tear -- My bonie lass, I work in brass -- I am a bard, of no regard -- See the smoking bowl before us -- Amang the trees, where humming bees -- Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled -- O, wha will to Saint Stephen's house -- How can my poor heart be glad? -- Does haughty Gaul invasion threat? -- As I stood by yon roofless tower -- Farewell to the Highlands -- Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame -- The Thames flows proudly to the sea -- When wild war's deadly blast was blawn -- There was five carlins in the South -- When Guilford good our pilot stood -- Fy, let us a' to Kirkcudbright -- O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide -- Farewell, thou fair day -- Wha will buy my troggin? -- 'Twas in the seventeen hunder year -- Dire was the hate at old Harlaw -- When first my brave Johnie lad -- Our thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair -- Now Nature hangs her mantle green -- O, cam ye here the fight to shun? -- Ye Jacobites by name -- O, Kenmure's on and awa, Willie -- When we gaed to the braes o' Mar -- Here's a health to them that's awa -- Wha in a brulzie -- The small birds rejoice -- My love was born in Aberdeen -- The noble Maxwells and their powers -- My Harry was a gallant gay -- An somebody were come again -- Sir John Cope trode the north right far -- My heart is wae, and unco wae --- Come boat me o'er, come row me o'er -- O, I am come to the low countrie -- It was a' for our rightfu' king -- Thickest night, surround my dwelling -- There grows a bonie brier-bush in our kail-yard -- The lovely lass of Inverness -- Whare hae ye been sae braw, lad? -- The bonniest lad that e'er I saw -- By yon Castle wa' at the close of the day -- I hae been at Crookieden -- 'Twas on a Monday morning -- Frae the friends and land I love -- As I come o'er the Cairney mount -- The sun he is sunk in the west -- There was a lad was born in Kyle -- Is there for honest poverty? -- I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing -- Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong -- O, raging Fortune's withering blast -- The gloomy night is gath'ring fast -- Raving winds around her blowing -- What will I do gin my hoggie die? -- It was in sweet Senegal -- The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill -- Ken ye ought o' Captain Grose? -- O, leeze me on my spinnin-wheel -- Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west -- No cold approach, no alter'd mien -- My father was a farmer -- When chill November's surly blast -- But lately seen in gladsome green -- Wee Willy Gray -- Orthodox! orthodox! wha believe in John Knox -- There livèd a carl in Kellyburn braes -- There was three kings into the east -- When Januar' wind was blawin cauld -- O, Lady Mary Ann -- There liv'd a man in yonder glen -- Upon the Lomonds I lay, I lay -- Twa bonie lads were Sandy and Jockie -- Its up wi' the Souters o' Selkirk -- As I cam down by yon Castle wa' -- O, where hae ye been Lord Ronald, my son? -- As I went out ae May morning -- There was a battle in the north -- O, I forbid you maidens a' -- Aften hae I play'd at the cards and the dice -- Our young lady's a huntin gane -- 'O, for my ain king,' quo' gude Wallace -- Near Edinburgh was a young son born -- What merriment has taen the Whigs -- O, that I were where Helen lies -- O heard ye of a silly harper? -- Nae birdies sang the mirky hour -- Rob Roy was my father ca'd, Macgregor was his name -- O, Donald Couper and his man -- O'er the moor amang the heather -- The auld man's mare's dead -- She sat down below a thorn -- It's whisper'd in parlour -- A nobleman liv'd in a village of late.
The songs of Robert Burns : now first printed with the melodies for which they were written : a study in tone-poetry with bibliography, historical notes, and glossary / by James C. Dick.
