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Adieu, lovely summer, I see thee declining, vol. i., 273.
Adieu, romantic banks of Clyde, vol. iii., 30.
Adieu, ye streams that smoothly glide, vol. i., 42.
Adieu, ye wither'd flow'rets, vol. iv., 207.
Admiring nature's simple charms, vol. ii., 239.
Ah! do not bid me wake the lute, vol. ii., 283.
Adown the burnie's flowery bank, vol. ii., 227.
Ae morn, last ouk, as I gaed out, vol. i., 118.
Ae morn of May, when fields were gay, vol. iii., 31.
Ah! faded is that lovely bloom, vol. ii., 276.
Afar from the home where his youthful prime, vol. vi., 165.
Afore the Lammas tide, vol. iv., 197.
Afore the muirc.o.c.k begin to craw, vol. ii., 67.
Again the laverock seeks the sky, vol. v., 82.
Ages, ages have departed, vol. i., 258.
A health to Caberfae, vol. i., 357.
Alake for the la.s.sie! she's no right at a', vol. ii., 317.
A la.s.sie cam' to our gate yestreen, vol. ii., 184.
Alas! how true the boding voice, vol. v., 87.
Allen-a-Dale has no f.a.ggot for burning, vol. i., 300.
Ah! little did my mother think, vol. i., 234.
A lively young la.s.s had a wee pickle tow, vol. i., 142.
All lovely and bright, 'mid the desert of time, vol. iv., 173.
All night, by the pathway that crosses the muir, vol. iv., 141.
Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube, vol. ii., 264.
Along by Levern stream so clear, vol. ii., 201.
Although the lays o' ither lands, vol. vi., 96.
Amang the birks sae blithe an' gay, vol. ii., 227.
Amang the breezy heights and howes, vol. vi., 49.
Ah! Mary, sweetest maid, farewell, vol. ii., 211.
And can thy bosom bear the thought, vol. iv., 100.
And dost thou speak sincere, my love, vol. ii., 116.
And hast thou sought thy heavenly home, vol. iii., 245.
Ah no! I cannot say farewell, vol. iii., 79.
Ah, Peggie, since thou 'rt gane away, vol. ii., 72.
A pretty young maiden sat on the gra.s.s, vol. iii., 251.
Argyle is my name, and you may think it strange, vol ii., 216.
As clear is Luther's wave, I ween, vol. iii., 224.
As I sat by the grave, at the brink of its cave, vol. i., 326.
As lockfasted in slumber's arms, vol. i., 330.
As o'er the Highland hills I hied, vol. i., 37.
A song, a song, brave hearts, a song, vol. v., 8.
As suns.h.i.+ne to the flowers in May, vol. v., 99.
At hame or afield, I 'm cheerless and lone, vol. iii., 124.
Ah! the wound of my breast sinks my heart to the dust, vol. ii., 343.
At waking so early, vol. i., 311.
At Willie's weddin' on the green, vol. ii., 210.
Auld Peter MacGowan cam' down the craft, vol. v., 10.
Awake, thou first of creatures, indignant in their frown, vol. iii., 123.
Away, away, like a child at play, vol. vi., 68.
