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Oh, saft is the blink o' thine e'e, la.s.sie, vol. v., 208.
Oh, sarely may I rue the day, vol. ii., 58.
Oh, sair I feel the witching power, vol. iii., 192.
Oh, saw ye my wee thing, saw ye my ain thing, vol. i., 82.
Oh, saw ye this sweet, bonnie la.s.sie o' mine, vol. ii., 70.
Oh, saw ye this sweet, bonnie la.s.sie o' mine, vol. iv., 271.
Oh! say na you maun gang awa, vol. iv., 201.
Oh! say not life is ever drear, vol. v., 88.
Oh! say not o' war the young soldier is weary, vol. iv., 214.
Oh! say not 'tis the March wind, 'tis a fiercer blast that drives, vol. v., 293.
Oh! say not, my love, with that mortified air, vol. i., 305.
Oh, softly sighs the westlin' breeze, vol. v., 167.
Oh, some will tune their mournful strain, vol. i., 232.
Oh! stopna, bonnie bird, that strain, vol. iii., 134.
O sweet is the blossom o' the hawthorn-tree, vol. v., 187.
O sweet is the calm, dewy gloamin', vol iv., 247.
Oh, sweet were the hours, vol. iii., 94.
Oh, swiftly bounds our gallant bark, vol. vi., 154.
O tell me, bonnie young la.s.sie, vol. i., 85.
Oh! tell me what sound is the sweetest to hear, vol. iv., 69.
Oh, that I were the shaw in, vol. ii., 329.
Oh, the auld house, the auld house! vol. i., 224.
Oh! the bonnie Hieland hills, vol. iv., 230.
Oh, the breeze of the mountain is soothing and sweet, vol. ii., 19.
Oh! the happy days o' youth are fast gaun by, vol. iii., 266.
Oh! the happy time departed, vol. vi., 17.
Oh! the sunny peaches glow, vol. iii., 150.
O these are not my country's hills, vol. iv., 127.
Oh, to bound o'er the bonnie, blue sea, vol. iv., 133.
Oh! the land of hills is the land for me, vol. iv., 270.
Oh! the winning charm of gentleness, so beautiful to me, vol. v., 242.
Oh, there 's naebody hears Widow Miller complain, vol. v., 237.
Our ain native land, our ain native land, vol. iv., 54.
Oh, tuneful voice, I still deplore, vol. i., 44.
Our Mary liket weel to stray, vol. iv., 70.
Our minstrels a', frae south to north, vol. iii., 95.
Our native land, our native vale, vol. iii., 106.
Ours is the land of gallant hearts, vol. iv., 51.
Oh, wae be to the orders that march'd my love awa, vol. iii., 238.
Oh! wae's me on gowd, wi' its glamour and fame, vol. vi., 148.
Oh, wae 's my life, and sad my heart, vol. v., 17.
Oh, waft me to the fairy clime, vol. iv., 92.
Oh! waste not thy woe on the dead, nor bemoan him, vol. vi., 126.
Oh, we aft hae met at e'en, bonnie Peggie, O! vol. iii., 227.
Oh, weel's me on my ain man, vol. i., 204.
Oh, weel befa' the maiden gay, vol. ii., 64.
Oh, weel I lo'e our auld Scots sangs, vol. v., 85.
Oh! weep not thus, though the child thou hast loved, vol. iii., 201.
Oh! we hae been amang the bowers that winter didna bare, vol. vi., 236.
Oh, wha 's at the window, wha, wha, wha? vol. iv., 253.
