On fair Loch Ranza stream'd the early day On Hallow-Mass Eve, ere you boune ye to rest Once again, but how changed since my wand'rings began Our vicar still preaches that Peter and Poule Our work is over-over now The last of our steers on the board has been spread 756 The moon's on the lake and the mist's on the brae 732 There came three merry men from south, west, and north There is mist on the mountain, and night on the vale They bid me sleep, they bid me pray They came upon us in the night. This is the day when the fairy kind I 634 To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who spoke 903 757 True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank 655 Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore 'Twas a Maréchal of France, and he fain would honour gain When Denmark's raven soar'd on high. When friends are met o'er merry cheer What makes the troopers' frozen courage muster 797 When fruitful Clydesdale's apple-bowers 695 When Israel, of the Lord beloved 781 When princely Hamilton's abode 667 When seven years more were come and gone 657 When seven years were come and gane 659 When the devil was sick, the devil a monk would be 770 While great events were on the gale While the dawn on the mountain was misty and grey 'Who shall command Estrella's mountain-tide' Why sit'st thou by that ruin'd hall 'Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?' 555 117 780 155 359 606 766 730 |