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She died in beauty, like a rose, vol. iv., 177.
She 's aff and awa, like the lang simmer day, vol. iv., 124.
She 's gane to dwall in heaven, my la.s.sie, vol. iii., 9.
She was mine when the leaves of the forest were green, vol. iii., 116.
She was Naebody's bairn, she was Naebody's bairn, vol. v., 200.
Should my numbers essay to enliven a lay, vol. i., 352.
Sing a' ye bards wi' loud acclaim, vol. iii., 139.
Sing not to me of sunny sh.o.r.es, vol. vi., 155.
Sing on, fairy Devon, vol. vi., 104.
Sing on, thou little bird, vol. ii., 286.
Sister Jeanie, haste, we 'll go, vol. v., 166.
Soldier, rest! thy warfare 's o'er, vol. i., 294.
Songs of my native land, vol. i., 220.
Star of descending night, vol. iv., 92.
Stay, proud bird of the sh.o.r.e, vol. iv., 141.
St Leonard's hill was lightsome land, vol. i., 228.
Sublime is Scotia's mountain land, vol. vi., 169.
Summer ocean, vol. vi., 61.
Surrounded wi' bent and wi' heather, vol. i., 265.
Sweet bard of Ettrick's glen, vol. iv., 75.
Sweet 's the gloamin's dusky gloom, vol. vi., 94.
Sweet 's the dew-deck'd rose in June, vol. iv., 101.
Sweetly s.h.i.+nes the sun on auld Edinbro' toun, vol. iv., 239.
Sweet summer now is by, vol. iv., 275.
Sweet the rising mountains, red with heather bells, vol. vi., 254.
Talk not of temples--there is one, vol. iii., 152.
Taste life's glad moments, ii., 212.
Tell me, Jessie, tell me why? vol. i., 122.
Tell me, dear! in mercy speak, vol. vi., 131.
The auld meal mill, oh! the auld meal mill, vol. v., 230.
The bard strikes his harp the wild valleys among, vol. ii., 249.
The bard strikes his harp the wild woods among, vol. v., 50.
The beacons blazed, the banners flew, vol. v., 38.
The best o' joys maun hae an end, vol. i., 209.
The blackbird's hymn is sweet, vol. iv., 145.
The bonnie, bonnie bairn, sits pokin' in the ase, vol. v., 201.
The bonnie rowan bush, vol. iv., 231.
The bonniest la.s.s in a' the warld, vol. i., 201.
The breath o' spring is gratefu', vol. v., 143.
The bride she is winsome and bonnie, vol. i., 148.
The bucket, the bucket, the bucket for me, vol. iv., 223.
The cantie spring scarce reared her head, vol. iii., 52.
The cranreuch's on my head, vol. vi., 107.
The dark gray o' gloamin', vol. iv., 243.
The dawn is breaking, but lonesome and eerie, vol. iii., 274.
The daylight was dying, the twilight was dreary, vol. vi., 72.
The dreary reign of winter's past, vol. v., 55.
The e'e o' the dawn, Eliza, vol. iv., 146.
The fairies are dancing, how nimbly they bound, vol. ii., 273.
The favouring wind pipes aloft in the shrouds, vol. vi., 26.
