•  The Banks O' Doon (Third Version, 1791)

Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?

•  Love in the Guise of Friendship

Talk not of love, it gives me pain,
For love has been my foe;

•  Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring

Now Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree,

•  How Long And Dreary Is The Night

How long and dreary is the night,
When I am frae my dearie!

•  The Parting Kiss

Humid seal of soft affections,
Tenderest pledge of future bliss,

•  A Bard's Epitaph

Is there a whim-inspired fool,
Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,

•  Craigieburn Wood

Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn,
And blythe awakens the morrow,

•  My Father was a Farmer: A Ballad

My father was a farmer
upon the Carrick border, O,

•  Lament

O’er the mist-shrouded cliffs of the lone
mountain straying,

•  The Union

Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;

•  A Red Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:

•  Forlorn, My Love

Forlorn, my Love, no comfort near,
Far, far from thee, I wander here;

•  The Day Returns

The day returns, my bosom burns,
The blissful day we twa did meet:

•  Highland Mary

Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
The castle o' Montgomery!

•  Coming through the rye

Coming through the rye, poor body,
Coming through the rye,

•  Robert Bruce's March To Bannockburn

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,

•  My Heart's In The Highlands

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;

•  THE BONNIE LAD THAT'S FAR AWA

O how can I be blythe and glad,
Or how can I gang brisk and braw,

•  I Love My Love In Secret, 1789

My Sandy gied to me a ring,
Was a' beset wi' diamonds fine;

•  A Bottle And Friend, 1787

There's nane that's blest of human kind,
But the cheerful and the gay, man,

•  The Winter Of Life, 1794

But lately seen
in gladsome green,

•  My Bonnie Mary

Go, fetch to me a pint o' wine,
And fill it in a silver tassie;

•  M'Pherson's Rant

Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,
The wretch's destinie!

•  „Come, Let Me Take Thee...”

Come, let me take the to my breast,
And pledge we ne’er shall sunder: