Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day, 176 Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, 82 Proud Maisie is in the wood, 92
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, 67 Sing Erlington and Cowdenknowes where Homes had ance commanding, 284 Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king, 210 So, we'll go no more a roving, 181
Tell me not (sweet) I am unkind, 102 That day of wrath, that dreadful day, 94 That way look, my Infant, lo! 271 The Abbot arose, and closed his book, 331 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, 82 The Baron of Smaylho'me rose with day, 278 The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, 298 The day is done, and the darkness, 192 The dews of summer night did fall, 200 The glories of our blood and state, 177 The harp that once through Tara's halls, 70 The king sits in Dunfermline toun, 259 The Love that I have chosen, 106 The Minstrel-boy to the war is gone, 68 The mountain sheep are sweeter, 187 The noon was shady, and soft airs, 50 The poplars are fell'd; farewell to the shade, 95 The skies they were ashen and sober, 138 The sun descending in the west, 5 The sun upon the lake is low, 74 The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, 123 There is a garden in her face, 176 There lived a wife at Usher's Well, 124 They shot him dead on the Nine-Stone Rig, 111 This ae nighte, this ae nighte, 330 This is the month, and this the happy morn, 303 Thou wast all to me, love, 79 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock, 312 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won, 129 Twist ye, twine ye! even so, 101
Waken, lords and ladies gay, 12 We sat within the farm-house old, 185 We walked along, while bright and red, 195 We wander'd to the pine forest, 159 When captaines couragious, whom death cold not daunte, 171 When icicles hang by the wall, 95 When Love with unconfinèd wings, 117 When maidens such as Hester die, 120 When my mother died I was very young, 16 When the British warrior-queen, 341 When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame, 161 When the voices of children are heard on the green, 1 Where shall the lover rest, 247 Where the bee sucks, there suck I, 181 Where the pools are bright and deep, 2 Where the remote Bermudas ride, 183 While the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray, 85 Whither, 'midst falling dew, 179 Who is Silvia? what is she, 73 Who would true valour see, 274 Why weep ye by the tide, ladie, 156 With sweetest milk and sugar first, 25