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Where shall the lover rest, vol. i., 292.
Where the faded flower shall freshen, vol. vi., 230.
Where windin' Tarf, by broomy knowes, vol. iii., 67.
While beaux and belles parade the street, vol. iv., 213.
While the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray, vol. i., 303.
Why does the day whose date is brief, vol. iii., 202.
Why gaze on that pale face, vol. vi., 161.
Why is my spirit sad, vol. vi., 41.
Why tarries my love, vol. i., 68.
Wi' a hundred pipers an' a', an a', vol. i., 226.
Wifie, come hame, vol. v., 203.
Wi' heart sincere I love thee, Bell, vol. iii., 54.
Will ye gang o'er the lea rig, vol. i., 202.
Will ye go to the Highlands, my Mary, vol. iii., 66.
Will you go to the woodlands with me, with me, vol. v., 180.
Winter's cauld and cheerless blast, vol. v., 196.
With a breezy burst of singing, vol. v., 285.
With drooping heart he turn'd away, vol. vi., 218.
Within the towers of ancient Glammis, vol. ii., 88.
With laughter swimming in thine eye, vol. iii., 88.
With lofty song we love to cheer, vol. v., 23.
Would that I were where wild woods wave, vol. iv., 68.
Would you be young again? vol. i., 235.
Ye briery bields, where roses blaw, vol. ii., 231.
Ye daisied glens and briery braes, vol. iii., 208.
Ye dark, rugged rocks that recline o'er the deep, vol. i., 179.
Ye hameless glens and waving woods, vol. vi., 151.
Ye have cross'd o'er the wave from the glades where I roved, vol. vi., 195.
Ye ken whaur yon wee burnie, love, vol. v., 148.
Ye mariners of England, vol. ii., 262.
Ye mauna be proud, although ye be great, vol. v., 205.
Ye needna be courtin' at me, auld man, vol. iv., 222.
Yes, the shades we must leave which my childhood has haunted, vol. ii., 281.
Yestreen, as I strayed on the banks o' the Clyde, vol. iii., 187.
Yestreen, on Cample's bonnie flood, vol. v., 21.
Ye swains wha are touch'd wi' saft sympathy's feelin', vol. ii., 96.
Ye 've seen the blooming rosy brier, vol. iv., 249.
Yon old temple pile, where the moon dimly flashes, vol. v., 174.
Young Donald, dearer loved than life, vol. iv., 113.
Young Love once woo'd a budding rose, vol. vi., 64
Young Randal was a bonnie lad when he gaed awa, vol. v., 126.
Your foes are at hand, and the brand that they wield, vol. v., 84.
You 've surely heard of famous Neil, vol, ii., 86.
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