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1 ! 3^2 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty- things While larks with little wing While new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake . While virgin Spring, by Eden's flood While winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw Whoe'er he be that sojourns here Whoe'er thou art, O reader, know Whom will you send to London town Whose is that noble, dauntless brow ? . Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene . . Why, why tell thy lover .... Why, ye tenants of the lake . Wi' braw new branks in mickle pride Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed . Wilt thou be my dearie? With Pegasus upon a day .... Wow, but your letter made me vauntie ! 116 193 80 59 174 182 297 140 70 239 137 165 259 224 198 167 112 Ye banks, and braes, and streams around 251 Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon . 221 Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon . . 221 Ye gallants bright, I red you right . 227 Ye hae lien a' wrang, lassie Ye Irish Lords, ye Knights an* Squires Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear Ye maggots feast on Nicol's brain Ye men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering Ye sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie Ye sons of sedition, give ear to my song Ye true ' Loyal Natives,' attend to my song . . . Yestreen I had a pint o' wine Yestreen I met you on the moor Yon wand' ring rill, that marks the hill . Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide ....... Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain . Young Jockey was the blithest lad Young Peggy blooms our boniest lass Your billet, sir, I grant receipt Your News and Review, Sir, I've read through and through, Sir . . . You're welcome to Despots, Dumourier Your' re welcome, Willie Stewart . Yours this moment I unseal PAGE. i73 9 301 179 179 301 168 168 235 214 232 300 254 257 138 266 187 167 31+77-^