Saw ye my wee thing, saw ye my ain thing The day is departed, and round from the cloud The gloamin saw us a' sit down The gypsies cam to the Earl o' Cassilis' gate Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon The lass of Paties' mill The lasses o' the Cannogate The mavis sings in Mary's bower The minstrel boy to the glen is gone The moon had climb'd the highest hill The moon's on the lake, and the mists on the brae 124 There came a young man to my daddie's door There lived a lass in Inverness There lived a man into the west There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes There's cauld kail in Aberdeen There was a jolly beggar There was ance a May, and she loe'd nae men There was a lass, and she was fair The robin came to the wrens nest The smiling morn, the breathing spring The smiling plains profusely gay . The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond The sun rises bright in France The sun sets in night and the stars shun the day The tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an' a' The tears I shed must ever fall The wind comes frae the land I love The winter time is past The yellow hair'd laddie sat down on yon brae This night is my departing night Tho' distant far from Jessy's charms Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray . 232 'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing 'Twas whan the wan leaf frae the birk-tree was fa'in l'age Wha wadnae be in love When Britain first at Heaven's command When first I came to be a man When I hae a saxpence under my thumb When Napoleon was flying When o'er the hill the eastern star When Peggy and I were acquaint While with her white and nimble hands When summer comes, the swains on Tweed When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame When Sappho struck the quivering wire When the rough north forgets to howl Why hangs that cloud upon thy brow 106 205 136 1 48 108 247 130 65 137 21 121 275 Ye banks, and braes, and streams around Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon Ye gods! was Strephon's picture blest Ye Highlands, and ye Lowlands Ye lovers leal forbear to style Ye mariners of England Ye shepherds of this pleasant vale MUSEUM BRITANNICUN LONDON: PRINTED BY W. NICOL, 51, PALL MALL. |