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in the parish of40
was born on the26
the auld meal mill21
the university of edinburgh21
our ain native land17
born on the th17
in prose and verse16
one of the most16
when the sun gaes15
a small volume of15
the sun gaes down15
at the age of14
was born in the13
the modern scottish minstrel13
the land of the13
in his native town13
in yon lane glen13
the crook and plaid12
in he published a12
the edinburgh literary journal12
his death took place12
a duodecimo volume of12
naebody hears widow miller12
the bonnie hieland hills12
hears widow miller complain12
in the vicinity of11
in the village of11
the subject of this11
home of my fathers11
the banks of the11
both in prose and11
under the title of10
were where gadie rins10
he loved her for10
in a duodecimo volume10
the home of the10
weary of the world10
the composition of verses10
wild glen sae green10
i were where gadie10
at an early age9
in the following year9
she died in beauty9
when i come hame9
of poems and songs9
loved her for her9
on the th february9
the wild glen sae9
in the land of9
be no longer weary9
on the th of9
my love to me9
on the th january9
the editorship of the9
born in the parish9
castles in the air9
i come hame at9
at the parish school9
volume of poems and9
the period of his9
book of scottish song9
love the merry moonlight8
i love the merry8
in the course of8
appeared from his pen8
the university of glasgow8
my ain dear nell8
in the university of8
during a period of8
his father was a8
at the university of8
on the th december8
death took place at8
in the auld kirk8
my muckle meal pock8
her i love best8
the author of the8
creep afore ye gang8
the bonnie rowan bush8
of sir walter scott7
on the gowan lea7
as the author of7
sweet the rising mountains7
on his own account7
i love the sea7
duodecimo volume of poems7
wears the crook and7
the auld kirk bell7
gin i were where7
will think of thee7
meet me on the7
the jaw gae by7
the land of gallant7
edition of his poems7
is my spirit sad7
a number of years7
on the th april7
the author of a7
i will think of7
say na you maun7
on the banks of7
there is music in7
of the free church7
let the jaw gae7
edinburgh on the th7
the book of scottish7
land of gallant hearts7
in his sixteenth year7
hills of the heather7
the thistle of scotland7
the land we love7
me on the gowan7
the maid of my7
was born at glasgow7
is music in the7
the lane auld man7
maid of my heart7
my auld wifie jean7
is a native of7
why is my spirit7
my harp when the6
the mair that ye6
i think on the6
the song of the6
the modern gaelic minstrelsy6
at edinburgh on the6
the sunny days are6
from the modern gaelic6
on the th october6
a volume of poems6
rowan bush in yon6
small volume of poems6
bore the same christian6
the birdie sure to6
och on a rie6
is the land of6
believe if you can6
mair that ye work6
bush in yon lane6
he was born at6
mair will ye win6
my ain mountain land6
the mair will ye6
and honour thy guide6
was nae for me6
the bonnie redesdale lassie6
for the present work6
love was nae for6
the parish school of6
think of thee yet6
do you know what6
was born at paisley6
is my love to6
sing is aye the6
and let the jaw6
an ordinary education at6
sure to sing is6
our auld scots sangs6
will wake my harp6
on the th july6
wake my harp when6
with the exception of6
keps its ain drap6
when the shades of6
my bonnie wee lassie6
translations from the modern6
who bore the same6
he published a small6
metrical translations from the6
published a volume of6
wide this wintry night6
to sing is aye6
my love was nae6
booksellers and publishers to6
i will wake my6
in his eighteenth year6
days when we were6
how culd my luve6
when we were young6
dinna cross the burn6
in the office of6
the occupation of a6
of the ettrick shepherd6
birdie sure to sing6
bonnie rowan bush in6
jouk and let the6
education at the parish6
the death of his6
grass keps its ain6
for a number of6
you know what the6
aye the mair will6
saw ye my annie6
our ain green shaw6
sunny days are come6
in the wild glen6
culd my luve think6
when i think on6
is aye the gorbel6
heart turns to thee5
on the hill of5
the happy time departed5
the bard of alloa5
the bucket for me5
death of his father5
one long thought of5
na you maun gang5
back to yer mither5
the ladye that i5
my ain wife for5
to the study of5
home of the brave5
the concerns of literature5
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will ye walk the5
i remember the time5
blink that shines in5
he published a volume5
ain wife for ony5
me to the fairy5
the duties of his5
dear to my heart5
in his thirteenth year5
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the commencement of the5
on the th march5
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ony wife i see5
in which he was5
the music of the5
was a native of5
my own loved clime5
hurrah for the thistle5
during the period of5
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my heart turns to5
the old blighted thorn5
of the brave and5
at the same time5
for the first time5
bower of the wild5
that my love was5
long thought of thee5
ladye that i love5
in the composition of5
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or saw ye the5
wife for ony wife5
would that i were5
under the care of5
he was led to5
the songs of scotland5
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of the duke of5
in the hope of5
but thou art not5
not the land we5
the days when we5
when the star of5
so early as his5
o sweet is the5
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of the house of5
wee blink that shines5
to the united states5
to the ettrick shepherd5
on the th june5
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thou art not the5
on the breast of5
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of my own loved5
our native hills again5
land of my fathers5
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bubbles on the blast5
the bard strikes his5
was one of the5
the tomb of the5
for ony wife i5
on the th may5
set to music by5
waft me to the5
the wee bird singing5
he has long been5
on the death of5
of his poetical compositions5
by ballantyne and company5
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remains were interred in5
his connexion with the5
that shines in a5
ae gude turn deserves5
of his native town5
born on the d5
gude turn deserves anither5
the glen all is5
shines in a tear5
where he was born5
glen all is still5
the same christian name5
the men of the5
the chains of love5
keep truth thy companion5
was born at edinburgh5
was born about the5
of the established church5
bard strikes his harp5
the lily of the5
flowers of my own5
the breast of the5
at the close of5
in the town of5
in the district of5
the rose of seaton5
yer mither nae mair5
on the th september5
art not the land5
to the public journals5
a copy of the5
to yer mither nae5
my bonnie wee bell5
a number of songs5
printed by ballantyne and5
bee has left the4
of our native land4
me than all lands4
though asleep not in4
subject of this sketch4
the close of his4
was employed in the4
the hills of the4
never gang back to4
my ain dear land4
the maid of islay4
far down on the4
are girt by the4
contributed verses to the4
lyric gems of scotland4
a pulse within the4
i were where wild4
i wiled my lass4
on the subject of4
though long the wanderer4
things are at the4
i have no home4
what ails my heart4
when shall we meet4
are the blushes of4
sae dear to me4
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in the present work4
of the compositions in4
worst they must mend4
a contributor to the4
within the heart beats4
a licentiate of the4
in his fourteenth year4
for the purpose of4
on the d of4
he was possessed of4
the brave and the4
born about the year4
of his own composition4
leave my native land4
as one of the4
to the land of4
chains of love made4
hurrah for the highlands4
after a period of4
soul is ever with4
and county of stirling4
beauty of the shieling4
in person he was4
tomb of the bruce4
the greater number of4
the lyric gems of4
the heart of a4
the noble scottish game4
place on the th4
in the midst of4
in this flaunting town4
going out and coming4
the last of the4
when i look far4
the past half century4
out and coming in4
the office of a4
have no home but4
in his native place4
love flies the haunts4
i never may see4
my bonnie bairnies three4
never may see you4
shall we meet again4
some of the more4
at the grammar school4
a ho and a4
writer to the signet4
be the hour of4
i canna leave my4
the song of birds4
lily of the vale4
the wild sea wave4
on the wings of4
a star of light4
in one of the4
to the village of4
dowie in the hint4
trust not these seas4
know what the birds4
girt by the wide4
several of his songs4
come when the dawn4
am weary of the4
fair as a star4
heard ye the bagpipe4
all lands that are4
to me than all4
he was induced to4
lands that are girt4
heart full of glee4
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canna leave my native4
has continued to reside4
may be regarded as4
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was a person of4
the hour of night4
of prose and poetry4
a song of summer4
our ain hieland hills4
to the local journals4
mild as the morning4
for i never may4
and can thy bosom4
harp when the shades4
the blushes of morn4
the holy and the4
the maid who wove4
should bow to thee4
all fair was that4
a day to me4
ye walk the wood4
pulse within the heart4
in his fifteenth year4
on the th august4
up with the dawn4
at the worst they4
no home but thee4
is ever with thee4
in his twentieth year4
he took delight in4
not these seas again4
sing not to me4
not to me of4
verses to the periodicals4
songs from his pen4
the flowers i see4
hour a day to4
men of the north4
gang yon bonnie lassie4
let na gang yon4
though all fair was4
we shall meet and4
of tales and sketches4
when the bee has4
are the chains of4
may see you again4
bonnie are the howes4
all lovely and bright4
star of the morning4
hill of the roe4
my soul is ever4
my love was fair4
kiss ahint the door4
that i were where4
dearer to me than4
on the completion of4
a cup to scotland4
the whole of his4
to me of sunny4
is not the earth4
on the sunny hill4
the worst they must4
love should bow to4
the grammar school of4
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a probationer of the4
for the mighty dead4
the hill of the4
mourn for the mighty4
what makes this hour4
published a small volume4
the bonnet and plaid4
engaged in mercantile concerns4
ordinary education at the4
long the wanderer may4
asleep not in sunshine4
my thoughts shall be4
and triumphant in war4
the birds are singing4
the haunts of pomp4
that are girt by4
flies the haunts of4
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the author of several4
that love should bow4
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twenty years and more4
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a thing that is4
how sweet are the4
he was born in4
the good duke james4
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of love made of4
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glasgow on the th4
look far down on4
to some of the4
my life is one4
what are the chains4
the son of a4
he was fortunate in4
will sing a song4
holy and the blest4
sweet are the blushes4
what the birds are4
the age of sixteen4
to the edinburgh literary4
the valley below me4
down on the valley4
na gang yon bonnie4
seems to have been4
the shades of even4
away to the highlands4
the vicinity of glasgow4
a writer of verses4
the yowes to the4
is in this flaunting4
a branch of the4
the dreary reign of4
dearer far to me4
in joy or in4
lake is at rest4
of pomp and power4
collected edition of his4
when the glen all4
where the wild flowers4
the office of the4
a small duodecimo volume4
specimens in english verse4
the harp of renfrewshire4
appeared as the author4
sweet glance from thee4
the exile his home4
bonnie woods and braes4
printed for the first4
the star of the4
tell me what sound4
for twenty years and4
the bower of the4
a good old song4
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i am weary of4
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i look far down4
thou gentle and kind4
took place on the4
dew on the hill4
the more distinguished british4
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of the morning is4
i will sing a4
come to my arms4
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ho and a hip4
haunts of pomp and4
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as a probationer of4
my brothers are the4
the maid of glencoe4
blest be the hour4
thing that is wild4
gang back to yer4
are at the worst4
shall meet and rest4
home in the land4
of the past half4
her for her merry4
on the valley below4
yowes to the knowes4
are the stately trees4
than all lands that4
the land of my4
peebles to the play4
gentle and kind one4
sweet is the blossom4
my bonnie wee wifie4
cup to scotland yet4
has the exile his4
joy or in sorrow4
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the lake is at4
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the land for me4
gave to the world4
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lovely jean of aberdeen3
friends with whom i3
the course of time3
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he was seized with3
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born in edinburgh on2
of scotland for me2
indian boast of his2
their fame is alive2
he proceeded to london2
licentiate of the free2
what sound is the2
were farmers in the2
my laddie lies low2
ither anglers choose their2
knew her you would2
the wings of a2
we ran to the2
if you only knew2
gloom of dark despondency2
that die with the2
and i maun gie2
like hame in lands2
father was a shepherd2
the old highland warriors2
ask nae for a2
suddenly on the th2
on the tomb of2
and died for thee2
was afterwards translated to2
wending thy deep rocky2
conquers or dies by2
in glasgow on the2
stream slow wending thy2
occasional contributor to the2
was born in edinburgh2
though ye hae nor2
he received the appointment2
our herd was yer2
the same to me2
the distant shore of2
editor of the glasgow2
one of the liberal2
of the middle ages2
not the swan on2
fancy loves to roam2
ye busk noo in2
thou hast left me2
the cart and pleugh2
the possession of mr2
has latterly resided in2
and passed advocate in2
bower by the burn2
he became a frequent2
in the words of2
like visions bright of2
was a bonnie lass2
of his native place2
sleep the village dead2
and the brand that2
for the study of2
the lords of the2
be regarded as a2
school of that place2
loud the horn is2
die with the dawning2
he has composed some2
ye a bower by2
the present work are2
spirit could its vigil2
the vicinity of his2
i a doughty cavalier2
the world of letters2
between duke and people2
and fair is the2
leading a cow by2
regret that he had2
our mary liket weel2
the power of the2
they dug his grave2
flower in garden fair2
where snared ye that2
his powers as a2
gae over the sea2
lark is in the2
on yon glossy golden2
commencement of the century2
lays of the revolutions2
of all the dramas2
balm of its roses2
were consigned to the2
were i a doughty2
with a view of2
for some time in2
he died suddenly at2
fair clydeside thair wonnit2
well i love to2
leaps hie to sing2
to the world a2
when bells are rung2
kneel myself down on2
was induced to accept2
a child at play2
a member of the2
poetical illustrations of the2
was the son of2
guess or trow my2
career of a man2
he was wont to2
of the fairy ellen2
loch etive is fed2
as well as the2
far over yon hills2
thou canst shun not2
the highlands i wander2
in our garden bower2
the kind love that2
is remembered as a2
sky that is spread2
isle of the sea2
and his remains were2
a monument has been2
thou dark stream slow2
the profession of a2
he had left the2
like the wee blink2
song of the kilt2
valley as calm and2
name on my lips2
highlands i wander alone2
to the shepherd by2
of the mountains that2
the exercise of that2
a small collection of2
since resided chiefly in2
look into thy face2
where he continues to2
of the vale of2
he was in the2
a view of the2
in our ain green2
a lassie like me2
the stormy blasts of2
the vicinity of peebles2
grave where the wild2
no sky shines so2
myself down on the2
in the world of2
loch lomond is flowing2
to a western home2
small collection of verses2
other poems and songs2
in his nineteenth year2
will spend a great2
of mr henry scott2
of the glasgow herald2
a writer of prose2
gie to us the2
a subsequent period he2
he commenced on his2
mony a lanely bower2
that i look to2
to the loom at2
may lament for a2
sung his own songs2
makes this hour a2
in the production of2
was born at ayr2
the bloom of youth2
have lived in the2
the wanderer breathed his2
the pen of mr2
messrs blackie of glasgow2
breast of the ocean2
of his education at2
gloomy days are gone2
the youngest daughter of2
the influence of the2
as die the roses2
was published at london2
a poor wittol to2
under the same employer2
the achievements of the2
song of the old2
and has since prosecuted2
sought to relieve by2
upon the heathy hill2
bonny brig of allan2
which he has already2
the daylight was dying2
was our burn brae2
he has contributed to2
the hills of ettrick2
sketches of the scottish2
monument has been erected2
climb our native hills2
songs for working men2
gay and jocund mirth2
in the columns of2
was chiefly occupied in2
bird there wakes its2
to have been born2
a history of the2
ye sons of toil2
the age of fifteen2
second edition of his2
to him by the2
for some time as2
queen of the festival2
sits upon a spray2
i wadna gie my2
bell was a mitherless2
on the fields of2
frequent contributor to the2
from his pen are2
devoted to literary pursuits2
the scene at the2
pure as the snow2
he was the author2
claimed descent from the2
of genius and learning2
in regard to the2
the beginning of the2
the profession of an2
would that the wind2
at the altar kneeling2
of the national lyre2
the establishment of the2
of my native land2
taught an adventure school2
hours were devoted to2
relieve by the composition2
to promote the interests2
the composition of the2
find me a fairer2
copy of the song2
and ye shall be2
he left a widow2
the free church congregation2
interred in the churchyard2
and feelings of a2
is the star that2
on a bond of2
where he continued till2
soul in a saft2
in a handsome form2
the memory of the2
each whirl of the2
land of my desire2
died on the th2
ecstasy does early love2
strike the loud harp2
hills where loch lomond2
is on the flower2
mirth on the green2
o these are not2
at the general election2
that the wind that2
comes back to woo2
east may be proud2
and they dug his2
school of his native2
became a frequent contributor2
flowers of summer sweetly2
in the pursuit of2
were interred in the2
of the reform bill2
ye carena for me2
mind of the ploughman2
with the dark rolling2
around thy form are2
love the evening hour2
weeping for her lover2
and at the age2
me a fairer shore2
love a sweet lassie2
published the whole of2
the preparation of a2
in she published a2
a thin duodecimo volume2
he was employed in2
to me he shall2
the bells of the2
the wind that is2
true to his lassie2
heart leaps hie to2
shall cease in the2
to my heart are2
of summer sweetly springing2
duodecimo volume of lyrics2
and there is not2
to cheer the gloom2
of which he contributed2
that a land so2
proceeded to the university2
pretty men of yore2
fountains and the dewy2
of the forest i2
of the humorous and2
shrink from the doom2
turned his attention to2
his maun be a2
nevis the wind is2
through a course of2
the azure of heaven2
old song of my2
entered into the married2
and a man of2
attended the literary and2
going out unto the2
we were baith neebor2
sweet songs in praise2
i bore aloof from2
to ilk hill whar2
to the rising race2
about the close of2
popular in the highlands2
of strong native genius2
lang may i look2
tell me not of2
has contributed to the2
resteth on the path2
the presence of the2
meet thee by the2
he became a member2
a taste for the2
the emigrants leaving the2
to the pastoral charge2
music of his own2
evening fall silent around2
proud land of the2
for music breathes in2
of the gaelic church2
and bide whar they2
thou tell me where2
is the land for2
the hope of the2
i canna bide the2
that parts us twa2
thee all my heart2
practice in the village2
if at any time2
one knows what silent2
to win him a2
yon hills of the2
the secrets of the2
transcribed from a small2
i feel with the2
my heart and then2
the rest of the2
his youthful prime and2
the cauld winds are2
the home of his2
wide between us row2
he entered into the2
became the wife of2
song has been erroneously2
as in the days2
is the source of2
editorship of the glasgow2
the sun is setting2
was a golden age2
what care i where2
what though ye hae2
classes in the university2
warmly in her ear2
the flowers that bloom2
down on the flood2
the west of scotland2
it glows less bright2
land of love and2
of the land that2
when shall i visit2
and habits of the2
the grave of my2
the scenes of yon2
these are not my2
love a woman but2