For low voice and piano.
- Adieu, Dundee
Aye wakin', O!
A wee bird cam' to our
ha' door
Ailie Bain o' the glen
Balooloo, my lammie
Blythe, blythe and merry was
she
By the stream so pure and clear
By
yon bonnie banks
Cam' ye by Atholl
Come, all ye jolly shepherds
Cope sent a letter
frae Dunbar
Cro-Challain would gie me
Farewell to Lochaber
Far over yon hills
Flow gently...(+)
For low voice and piano.
- Adieu, Dundee
Aye wakin', O!
A wee bird cam' to our
ha' door
Ailie Bain o' the glen
Balooloo, my lammie
Blythe, blythe and merry was
she
By the stream so pure and clear
By
yon bonnie banks
Cam' ye by Atholl
Come, all ye jolly shepherds
Cope sent a letter
frae Dunbar
Cro-Challain would gie me
Farewell to Lochaber
Far over yon hills
Flow gently, sweet Afton
Gin a body meet a body
Hame, hame, hame!
Heavy the beat of the
weary waves
Hush-a-by, darling
Hush ye,
my bairnie
I climb the mountains
I left
my darling lying here
I'm wearin'
awa', Jean
I wish I were where Helen lies
John Anderson, my jo, John
Maxwellton
braes are bonnie
My brown-haired maiden
My love, she's but a lassie yet
My love to
my bride
My own dear one's gone
My
brown maide
My pretty Mary
Nae mair
we'll meet again
O'er Coolin's
face the night is creeping
Oh, Charlie is my
darling
O hearken, and I will tell you how
Och, och, mar tha mi!
Oh, love will venture
in
Oh, mirk, mirk is the midnight hour
Oh, where, tell me where
Oh, my love is like a
red, red rose
Oh, why left I my hame?
Put
off, and row wi' speed
Red, red is the path
to glory
Sad am I, and sorrow-laden
See
afar yon hill Ardmore
Scots, wha ha'e
wi' Wallace bled
Should auld acquaintance
be forgot
Since my loved one has gone
Smile na sae sweet, my bonnie babe
Sing the
praises o' my dearie
The Laird o'
Cockpen
The Campbells are comin'
The
de'il cam' fiddlin' thro' the toun
The news frae Moidart cam' yestreen
The winter it is past
There grows a bonnie
briar-bush
Three score o' nobles rade up
the King's ha'
The moon had climbed
the highest hill
Turn ye to me
Thy cheek
is 'o the rose's hue
Why weep ye by
the tide, ladye?
Winsome Mary
Whar'
ha'e ye been a' the day
What's
this dull town to me?
Where sleepest thou, my
dearie?
Will ye gang to the Hielands, Leezie
Lindsay?
With the Loorgeen o hee
Ye banks
and braes o' bonnie Doon
Young Jamie
lo'ed me weel.
