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Songs of Robert Burns ~ Contents
written by James C. Dick
From "The Songs by Robert Burns". A Study in Tone-Poetry. Published by Henry Frowde. London, Edinburgh, Glasgow, and New York 1903. Source «traditionalmusic»



Title
Preface
No. 1. O, once I lov'd a borne lass... (I am a man unmarried — Unknown.)
No. 2. In Tarbolton, ye ken... (Unknown.)
No. 18. Stay, my charmer, can you leave me?.. (An gille dubh ciar dubh)
No. 19. My heart was ance as blythe and free... (To the weaver's gin ye go)
No. 20. How long and dreary is the night... (Gaelic Air)
No. 21. Yon wild mossy mountains...
No. 22. Anna, thy charms my bosom fire...
No. 23. 'Twas even—the dewy fields were green... (Ettrick Banks Orpheus Cakdonius)
No. 24. As I gaed up by yon gate-end...
No. 25. How pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon... (Bhannerach dhon na chrie)
No. 32. Musing on the roaring ocean... (Druimionn Dubh)
No. 34. Now Spring has clad the grove in green… (Unknown.)
No. 40. Blythe hae I been on yon hill... (The Quaker’s Wife)
No. 100. Behold, my love, how green the groves… (On the cold ground)
No. 101. 'Twas na her bonie blue ee ivas my ruin... (Laddie lie near me)
No. 104. Come, let me take thee to my breast... (Cauld Kail)
No. 109. Where are the joys I hae met in the morning… (Saw ye my father!)
No. 113. Now simmer blinks on flowry braes… (The Birks of Abergeldie)
No. 129. How cruel are the parents... (John Anderson my jo)
No. 131. Where Cart rins rowin to the sea… (The gallant weaver)
No. 134. In simmer, when the hay was mawn... (The country lass)
No. 135. Now rosy May comes in wi flowers… (Dainty Davie)
No. 138. O, mirk, mirk is this midnight hour... (Lord Gregory)
No. 146. O, were my love yon lilac fair... (Gin my love were yon red rose)
No. 154. Thou has left me ever, Jamie... (Fee him father, fee him)
No. 162. Jockie 's taen the parting kiss... (Bonie lass tak a man)
No. 201. Last May a braw wooer… (The Lothian lassie)
No. 209. First when Maggie was my care… (Whistle o'er the lave o't)
No. 225. There's cauld kail in Aberdeen... (Cauld Kail)
No. 292. Loud blaw the frosty breezes… (Morag)
No. 297. Thickest night, surround my divelling... (Strathallan's lament)
No. 314. Raving winds around her blowing... (McGrigor of Rora's lament)
No. 321. Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west... (Up in the morning early)
No. 323. My father was a farmer… (The Weaver and his shuttle)
No. 331. There lived a carl in Kelly burn braes… (Kellyburn braes)
No. 333. When Januar' wind was blawin cauld... (The lass that made the bed to me)
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