| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: 'Twas Na Her Bonnie Blue Een. | Twas na her bonnie blue een was my ruin; | | 12 | 349 |
| 2: A Bard's Epitaph. | Is there a whim-inspired fool, | | 30 | 466 |
| 3: A Dedication To Gavin Hamilton, Esq. | Expect na, Sir, in this narration, | | 134 | 354 |
| 4: A Dream. | Thoughts, words, and deeds, the statute blames with reason; | | 135 | 381 |
| 5: A Fragment. | One night as I did wander, | | 8 | 334 |
| 6: A Grace Before Dinner. | O thou, who kindly dost provide | | 9 | 356 |
| 7: A Grace Before Meat. | O thou in whom we live and move, | | 8 | 332 |
| 8: A Grace. | Lord, we thank and thee adore, | | 4 | 327 |
| 9: A Mother's Lament For The Death Of Her Son. | Fate gave the word, the arrow sped, | | 16 | 366 |
| 10: A Prayer - In The Prospect Of Death. | O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause | | 20 | 351 |
| 11: A Prayer, Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish. | O Thou Great Being! what Thou art | | 16 | 347 |
| 12: A Red, Red Rose. | O, my luve's like a red, red rose, | | 16 | 415 |
| 13: A Rose-Bud By My Early Walk. | A rose-bud by my early walk, | | 24 | 441 |
| 14: A Vision. | As I stood by yon roofless tower, | | 32 | 317 |
| 15: A Winter Night. | Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are | | 96 | 334 |
| 16: Address Of Beelzebub To The President Of The Highland Society. | Long life, my Lord, an' health be yours, | | 62 | 295 |
| 17: Address To An Illegitimate Child. | Thou's welcome, wean, mischanter fa' me, | | 36 | 379 |
| 18: Address To Edinburgh. | Edina! Scotia's darling seat! | | 64 | 348 |
| 19: Address To The Deil | O thou! whatever title suit thee, | | 126 | 360 |
| 20: Address To The Shade Of Thomson, On Crowning His Bust At Ednam With Bays. | While virgin Spring, by Eden's flood, | | 20 | 287 |
| 21: Address To The Toothache. | My curse upon thy venom'd stang, | | 36 | 329 |
| 22: Address To The Unco Guid, Or The Rigidly Righteous. | My son, these maxims make a rule, | | 64 | 382 |
| 23: Address To The Wood-Lark. | O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay! | | 16 | 354 |
| 24: Address, Spoken By Miss Fontenelle On Her Benefit Night. | Still anxious to secure your partial favour, | | 43 | 357 |
| 25: Adown Winding Nith. | Adown winding Nith I did wander, | | 32 | 301 |
| 26: Ae Fond Kiss. | Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; | | 24 | 355 |
| 27: Ah, Chloris, Since It May Na Be. | Ah, Chloris, since it may na be, | | 12 | 342 |
| 28: Amang The Trees. | Amang the trees, where humming bees | | 16 | 349 |
| 29: Anna, Thy Charms. | Anna, thy charms my bosom fire, | | 8 | 304 |
| 30: Answer To A Poetical Epistle Sent To The Author By A Tailor. | What ails ye now, ye lousie b----h, | | 42 | 345 |
| 31: As I Was A-Wand'Ring. | As I was a-wand'ring ae midsummer e'enin', | | 20 | 344 |
| 32: Auld Lang Syne. | Should auld acquaintance be forgot, | | 28 | 318 |
| 33: Auld Rob Morris. | There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, | | 20 | 356 |
| 34: Bannockburn. Robert Bruce's Address To His Army. (Second Version.) | Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, | | 24 | 328 |
| 35: Bannocks O' Barley. | Bannocks o' bear meal, Bannocks o' barley; | | 16 | 302 |
| 36: Behold The Hour. | Behold the hour, the boat arrive; | | 16 | 284 |
| 37: Bess And Her Spinning-Wheel. | O leeze me on my spinning-wheel, | | 32 | 351 |
| 38: Beware O' Bonnie Ann. | Ye gallants bright, I red ye right, | | 16 | 390 |
| 39: Blithe Was She. | Blithe, blithe and merry was she, | | 24 | 370 |
| 40: Blooming Nelly. | On a bank of flowers, in a summer day, | | 32 | 324 |
| 41: Blythe Hae I Been. | Blythe hae I been on yon hill | | 16 | 307 |
| 42: Bonnie Jean. | There was a lass, and she was fair, | | 48 | 302 |
| 43: Bonnie Lassie, Will Ye Go. | Bonnie lassie, will ye go, | | 28 | 297 |
| 44: Bonnie Lesley. | O saw ye bonnie Lesley | | 24 | 323 |
| 45: Bonnie Peg. | As I came in by our gate end, | | 12 | 342 |
| 46: Bonnie Peggy Alison. | I'll kiss thee yet, yet, An' I'll kiss thee o'er again; | | 20 | 324 |
| 47: Braving Angry Winter's Storms. | Where, braving angry winter's storms, | | 16 | 348 |
| 48: Braw Lads Of Galla Water. | Braw, braw lads of Galla Water; | | 20 | 286 |
| 49: Bruce To His Men At Bannockburn. (First Version.) | Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, | | 24 | 298 |
| 50: But Lately Seen. | But lately seen in gladsome green, | | 16 | 292 |
| 51: By Allan Stream. | By Allan stream I chanced to rove | | 24 | 275 |
| 52: Ca' The Ewes. | Ca' the ewes to the knowes, | | 32 | 318 |
| 53: Ca' The Yowes. | Ca' the yowes to the knowes, | | 28 | 319 |
| 54: Caledonia. | There was once a day - but old Time then was young | | 48 | 371 |
| 55: Caledonia. | Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, | | 16 | 363 |
| 56: Canst Thou Leave Me Thus. | Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy? | | 16 | 366 |
| 57: Cassillis' Banks. | Now bank an' brae are claith'd in green, | | 16 | 275 |
| 58: Chloe. | It was the charming month of May, | | 24 | 284 |
| 59: Chloris. | My Chloris, mark how green the groves, | | 24 | 282 |
| 60: Chloris. | Why, why tell thy lover, | | 8 | 340 |
| 61: Cock Up Your Beaver. | When first my brave Johnnie lad | | 16 | 308 |
| 62: Come Boat Me O'Er To Charlie. | Come boat me o'er, come row me o'er, | | 20 | 377 |
| 63: Come Down The Back Stairs. | O whistle, and I'll come To you, my lad; | | 16 | 278 |
| 64: Come, Let Me Take Thee. | Come, let me take thee to my breast, | | 16 | 284 |
| 65: Coming Through The Rye. | Coming through the rye, poor body, | | 20 | 301 |
| 66: Contented Wi' Little. | Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair, | | 16 | 327 |
| 67: Country Lassie. | In simmer, when the hay was mawn, | | 40 | 324 |
| 68: Craigie-Burn Wood. | Sweet fa's the eve on Craigie-burn, | | 16 | 343 |
| 69: Dainty Davie. | Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers, | | 24 | 326 |
| 70: Death And Dr. Hornbook. - A True Story. | Some books are lies frae end to end, | | 186 | 285 |
| 71: Delia. - An Ode. | Fair the face of orient day, | | 16 | 293 |
| 72: Deluded Swain, The Pleasure. | Deluded swain, the pleasure | | 16 | 291 |
| 73: Despondency. - An Ode. | Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care, | | 70 | 337 |
| 74: Duncan Gray. | Duncan Gray cam here to woo, | | 40 | 326 |
| 75: Elegy On Miss Burnet, Of Monboddo. | Life ne'er exulted in so rich a prize | | 28 | 293 |
| 76: Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux. | Now Robin lies in his last lair, | | 18 | 338 |
| 77: Elegy On The Year 1788 A Sketch. | For Lords or Kings I dinna mourn, | | 39 | 298 |
| 78: Eliza. | From thee, Eliza, I must go, | | 16 | 281 |
| 79: Epistle From Esopus To Maria. | From those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, | | 81 | 266 |
| 80: Epistle To A Young Friend. - May, 1786. | I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend, | | 88 | 321 |
| 81: Epistle To Hugh Parker. | In this strange land, this uncouth clime, | | 44 | 294 |
| 82: Epistle To J. Rankine, Enclosing Some Poems. | O rough, rude, ready-witted Rankine, | | 78 | 308 |
| 83: Epistle To Major Logan. | Hail, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! | | 84 | 324 |
| 84: Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq. Of Fintray: On The Close Of The Disputed Election Between Sir James Johnstone And Captain Miller, For The Dumfries District Of Boroughs. | Fintray, my stay in worldly strife, | | 120 | 270 |
| 85: Epistle To William Creech. | Auld chukie Reekie's sair distrest, | | 72 | 316 |
| 86: Epitaph On Holy Willie. | Here Holy Willie's sair worn clay | | 20 | 290 |
| 87: Epitaph On William Nicol. | Ye maggots, feast on Nicol's brain, | | 4 | 304 |
| 88: Epitaph. | Here brewer Gabriel's fire's extinct, | | 4 | 292 |
| 89: Eppie Adair. | An' O! my Eppie, My jewel, my Eppie! | | 16 | 278 |
| 90: Extempore In The Court Of Session. | He clench'd his pamphlets in his fist, | | 16 | 307 |
| 91: Extempore Pinned On A Lady's Couch. | If you rattle along like your mistress's tongue, | | 4 | 298 |
| 92: Fair Eliza. | Turn again, thou fair Eliza, | | 24 | 322 |
| 93: Fair Jeany. | Where are the joys I have met in the morning, | | 20 | 286 |
| 94: Fairest Maid On Devon Banks. | Fairest maid on Devon banks, | | 16 | 333 |
| 95: Farewell, Thou Stream. | Farewell, thou stream that winding flows | | 24 | 295 |
| 96: First Epistle To Davie, - A Brother Poet | While winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, | | 154 | 296 |
| 97: First Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq. Of Fintray. | When Nature her great master-piece designed, | | 97 | 292 |
| 98: First When Maggy Was My Care. | First when Maggy was my care, | | 16 | 284 |
| 99: Flow Gently, Sweet Afton. | Flow gently, sweet Afton! among thy green braes, | | 24 | 306 |
| 100: For Gavin Hamilton. | The poor man weeps, here Gavin sleeps, | | 4 | 301 |
| 101: Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Near. | Forlorn, my love, no comfort near, | | 24 | 273 |
| 102: Frae The Friends And Land I Love. | Frae the friends and land I love, | | 16 | 261 |
| 103: Fragment Inscribed To The Right Hon. C.J. Fox. | How wisdom and folly meet, mix, and unite; | | 50 | 281 |
| 104: Galla Water. | There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes, | | 16 | 304 |
| 105: Gane Is The Day. | Gane is the day, and mirk's the night, | | 20 | 334 |
| 106: Gloomy December. | Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! | | 16 | 306 |
| 107: Gudeen To You, Kimmer. | Gudeen to you, Kimmer, And how do ye do? | | 31 | 285 |
| 108: Had I A Cave. | Had I a cave on some wild, distant shore, | | 12 | 300 |
| 109: Had I The Wyte. | Had I the wyte, had I the wyte, | | 32 | 295 |
| 110: Halloween.[1] | Upon that night, when fairies light | | 252 | 296 |
| 111: Handsome Nell. | O once I lov'd a bonnie lass, | | 28 | 284 |
| 112: Hee Balou. | Hee balou! my sweet wee Donald, | | 12 | 273 |
| 113: Her Daddie Forbad. | Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad; | | 16 | 270 |
| 114: Her Flowing Locks. | Her flowing locks, the raven's wing, | | 8 | 267 |
| 115: Here Is The Glen. | Here is the glen, and here the bower, | | 16 | 256 |
| 116: Here's A Bottle And An Honest Friend! | Here's a bottle and an honest friend! | | 8 | 282 |
| 117: Here's A Health. | Here's a health to them that's awa, | | 32 | 314 |
| 118: Here's His Health In Water. | Altho' my back be at the wa' | | 12 | 265 |
| 119: Here's To Thy Health, My Bonnie Lass. | Here's to thy health, my bonnie lass, | | 32 | 277 |
| 120: Hey For A Lass Wi' A Tocher. | Awa wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms, | | 20 | 302 |
| 121: Hey, The Dusty Miller | Hey, the dusty miller, | | 16 | 285 |
| 122: Highland Mary. | Ye banks, and braes, and streams around | | 32 | 299 |
| 123: Holy Willie's Prayer. | O thou, wha in the heavens dost dwell, | | 96 | 267 |
| 124: How Can I Be Blythe And Glad? | O how can I be blythe and glad, | | 30 | 291 |
| 125: How Cruel Are The Parents. | How cruel are the parents | | 16 | 285 |
| 126: How Lang And Dreary Is The Night. | How lang and dreary is the night, | | 20 | 273 |
| 127: How Long And Dreary Is The Night. | How long and dreary is the night | | 18 | 277 |
| 128: Husband, Husband. | Husband, husband, cease your strife, | | 32 | 268 |
| 129: I Am My Mammy's Ae Bairn. | I am my mammy's ae bairn, | | 20 | 278 |
| 130: I Do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair. | I do confess thou art sae fair, | | 16 | 305 |
| 131: I Dream'd I Lay. | I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing | | 16 | 287 |
| 132: I Gaed A Waefu' Gate Yestreen. | I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen, | | 16 | 299 |
| 133: I Murder Hate. | I murder hate by field or flood, | | 8 | 280 |
| 134: I'll Ay Ca' In By Yon Town. | I'll ay ca' in by yon town, | | 16 | 225 |
| 135: Impromptu, On Mrs. R----'s Birthday. | Old Winter, with his frosty beard, | | 16 | 218 |
| 136: Impromptu, To Miss Ainslie. | Fair maid, you need not take the hint, | | 4 | 232 |
| 137: Impromptu. | You're welcome, Willie Stewart, | | 12 | 229 |
| 138: Inscription On A Goblet. | There's death in the cup, sae beware! | | 4 | 219 |
| 139: Inscription. On The Headstone Of Fergusson. | No sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay, | | 8 | 240 |
| 140: Is There, For Honest Poverty. | Is there, for honest poverty, | | 40 | 258 |
| 141: It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face. | It is na, Jean, thy bonnie face, | | 16 | 275 |
| 142: Jamie, Come Try Me. | Jamie, come try me, If thou would win my love, | | 16 | 332 |
| 143: Jessie. | True hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow, | | 16 | 252 |
| 144: Jessy Lewars. | Talk not to me of savages | | 8 | 270 |
| 145: Jessy. | Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear; | | 20 | 279 |
| 146: Jockey's Ta'En The Parting Kiss. | Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss, | | 16 | 269 |
| 147: John Anderson. | John Anderson, my jo, John, | | 16 | 259 |
| 148: John Barleycorn: A Ballad. | There were three kings into the east, | | 60 | 241 |
| 149: Lady Mary Ann. | O, Lady Mary Ann Looks o'er the castle wa', | | 40 | 293 |
| 150: Lady Onlie. | A' the lads o' Thornie-bank, | | 16 | 259 |
| 151: Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn. | The wind blew hollow frae the hills, | | 80 | 243 |
| 152: Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring. | Now Nature hangs her mantle green | | 56 | 240 |
| 153: Lament, Occasioned By The Unfortunate Issue Of A Friend's Amour. | O thou pale orb, that silent shines, | | 80 | 270 |
| 154: Landlady, Count The Lawin. | Landlady, count the lawin, | | 18 | 261 |
| 155: Lassie Wi' The Lint-White Locks. | Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, | | 24 | 250 |
| 156: Last May A Braw Wooer. | Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen, | | 40 | 248 |
| 157: Let Not Woman E'er Complain. | Let not woman e'er complain | | 16 | 217 |
| 158: Letter To James Tennant, Of Glenconner. | Auld comrade dear, and brither sinner, | | 71 | 275 |
| 159: Liberty. - A Fragment. | Thee, Caledonia, thy wild heaths among, | | 14 | 215 |
| 160: Lines Intended To Be Written Under A Noble Earl's Picture. | Whose is that noble dauntless brow? | | 16 | 222 |
| 161: Lines On Meeting With Lord Daer. | This wot ye all whom it concerns, | | 42 | 248 |
| 162: Lines On Mrs. Kemble. | Kemble, thou cur'st my unbelief | | 4 | 236 |
| 163: Lines On Stirling. | Here Stuarts once in glory reign'd, | | 8 | 236 |
| 164: Lines Sent To Sir John Whitefoord, Bart., Of Whitefoord. With The Foregoing Poem. | Thou, who thy honour as thy God rever'st, | | 8 | 221 |
| 165: Lines To John Rankine. | He who of Rankine sang lies stiff and dead, | | 3 | 268 |
| 166: Lines Written On A Bank-Note. | Wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf | | 12 | 274 |
| 167: Lines Written On A Window Of The Globe Tavern, Dumfries. | The greybeard, old Wisdom, may boast of his treasures, | | 4 | 223 |
| 168: Lines Written On A Window. | Ye men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering | | 6 | 232 |
| 169: Lines Written Under The Picture Of The Celebrated Miss Burns. | Cease, ye prudes, your envious railings, | | 4 | 252 |
| 170: Lines, Sent To A Gentleman Whom He Had Offended. | The friend whom wild from wisdom's way, | | 8 | 271 |
| 171: Logan Water. | O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide, | | 32 | 230 |
| 172: Lord Gregory. | O mirk, mirk is this midnight hour, | | 24 | 239 |
| 173: Louis, What Reck I By Thee. | Louis, what reck I by thee, | | 8 | 220 |
| 174: Lovely Davies. | O how shall I, unskilfu', try | | 32 | 263 |
| 175: Lovely Polly Stewart. | O lovely Polly Stewart! | | 16 | 221 |
| 176: Luckless Fortune. | O raging fortune's withering blast | | 12 | 258 |
| 177: Lying At A Reverend Friend's House On Night, The Author Left The Following Verses In The Room Where He Slept. | O thou dread Power, who reign'st above! | | 24 | 260 |
| 178: Macpherson's Farewell. | Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong, | | 28 | 290 |
| 179: Man Was Made To Mourn. - A Dirge. | When chill November's surly blast | | 88 | 251 |
| 180: Mark Yonder Pomp. | Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion | | 24 | 256 |
| 181: Mary Morison. | O Mary, at thy window be, | | 24 | 243 |
| 182: Mary! | Powers celestial! whose protection | | 16 | 226 |
| 183: Meg O' The Mill. | O ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten? | | 16 | 223 |
| 184: Meikle Thinks My Luve. | O Meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty, | | 15 | 265 |
| 185: Menie. | Again rejoicing nature sees | | 36 | 280 |
| 186: Merry Hae I Been Teethin' A Heckle. | O merry hae I been teethin' a heckle, | | 16 | 219 |
| 187: Monody, On A Lady Famed For Her Caprice. | How cold is that bosom which folly once fired, | | 24 | 219 |
| 188: Montgomery's Peggy. | Altho' my bed were in yon muir, | | 12 | 229 |
| 189: Musing On The Roaring Ocean. | Musing on the roaring ocean, | | 16 | 266 |
| 190: My Ain Kind Dearie O. | When o'er the hill the eastern star | | 24 | 269 |
| 191: My Bonnie Mary. | Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, | | 16 | 239 |
| 192: My Collier Laddie. | Where live ye, my bonnie lass? | | 36 | 247 |
| 193: My Father Was A Farmer. | My father was a farmer | | 72 | 229 |
| 194: My Harry Was A Gallant Gay. | My Harry was a gallant gay, | | 20 | 245 |
| 195: My Heart Is A-Breaking, Dear Tittie. | My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie! | | 32 | 202 |
| 196: My Heart Was Ance. | My heart was ance as blythe and free | | 32 | 213 |
| 197: My Heart's In The Highlands. | My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; | | 16 | 208 |
| 198: My Hoggie. | What will I do gin my Hoggie die? | | 16 | 208 |
| 199: My Jean! | Though cruel fate should bid us part, | | 8 | 217 |
| 200: My Lady's Gown, There's Gairs Upon'T. | My lady's gown, there's gairs upon't, | | 28 | 201 |
| 201: My Love She's But A Lassie Yet. | My love she's but a lassie yet, | | 16 | 246 |
| 202: My Nannie's Awa. | Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays, | | 16 | 257 |
| 203: My Peggy's Face. | My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form, | | 16 | 213 |
| 204: Naebody. | I hae a wife o' my ain, | | 16 | 294 |
| 205: Nancy. | Thine am I, my faithful fair, | | 16 | 271 |
| 206: Nannie. | Behind yon hills, where Lugar flows, | | 32 | 256 |
| 207: Nature's Law. - A Poem Humbly Inscribed To G. H. Esq. | Let other heroes boast their scars, | | 48 | 323 |
| 208: Nithsdale's Welcome Hame. | The noble Maxwells and their powers | | 16 | 243 |
| 209: Now Spring Has Clad The Grove In Green. To Mr. Cunningham. | Now spring has clad the grove in green, | | 40 | 232 |
| 210: O Ay My Wife She Dang Me. | O ay my wife she dang me, | | 16 | 268 |
| 211: O Bonnie Was Yon Rosy Brier. | O Bonnie was yon rosy brier, | | 16 | 288 |
| 212: O Gude Ale Comes. | O gude ale comes, and gude ale goes, | | 13 | 255 |
| 213: O Kenmure's On And Awa. | O Kenmure's on and awa, Willie! | | 24 | 275 |
| 214: O Lassie, Art Thou Sleeping Yet. | O Lassie, art thou sleeping yet, | | 20 | 261 |
| 215: O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass. | O lay thy loof in mine, lass, | | 16 | 279 |
| 216: O Leave Novels. | O leave novels, ye Mauchline belles, | | 16 | 260 |
| 217: O Luve Will Venture In. | O luve will venture in | | 56 | 270 |
| 218: O Mally's Meek, Mally's Sweet. | O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet, | | 20 | 280 |
| 219: O May, Thy Morn. | O May, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet | | 16 | 231 |
| 220: O Philly, Happy Be That Day. | O Philly, happy be that day, | | 40 | 240 |
| 221: O Poortith Cauld. | O poortith cauld, and restless love, | | 28 | 257 |
| 222: O Saw Ye My Dearie. | O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie M'Nab? | | 16 | 250 |
| 223: O Steer Her Up. | O steer her up and haud her gaun | | 16 | 242 |
| 224: O Tell Na Me O' Wind And Rain. | O tell na me o' wind and rain, | | 24 | 273 |
| 225: O Were I On Parnassus Hill. | O, were I on Parnassus' hill! | | 24 | 239 |
| 226: O Wha Is She That Loves Me. | O wha is she that lo'es me, | | 28 | 266 |
| 227: O Whar Did Ye Get | O, whar did ye get that hauver meal bannock? | | 16 | 238 |
| 228: O Whistle, And I'll Come To You. | O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad, | | 23 | 236 |
| 229: O Willie Brew'd. | O, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, | | 24 | 227 |
| 230: O, For Ane-And-Twenty, Tam! | An O, for ane-and-twenty, Tam, | | 20 | 263 |
| 231: O, Wat Ye Wha's In Yon Town. | O, wat ye wha's in yon town, | | 40 | 225 |
| 232: Ode Sacred To The Memory Of Mrs. Oswald, Of Auchencruive. | Dweller in yon dungeon dark, | | 31 | 241 |
| 233: Of A' The Airts The Wind Can Blaw | Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, | | 32 | 226 |
| 234: Oh, Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast. | Oh, wert thou in the cauld blast, | | 16 | 223 |
| 235: On A Celebrated Ruling Elder. | Here souter Hood in death does sleep; | | 4 | 253 |
| 236: On A Country Laird. | Bless Jesus Christ, O Cardoness, | | 8 | 232 |
| 237: On A Friend. | An honest man here lies at rest | | 8 | 240 |
| 238: On A Henpecked Country Squire. | As father Adam first was fool'd, | | 4 | 243 |
| 239: On A Noisy Polemic. | Below thir stanes lie Jamie's banes: | | 4 | 246 |
| 240: On A Noted Coxcomb. | Light lay the earth on Willy's breast, | | 4 | 226 |
| 241: On A Person Nicknamed The Marquis. | Here lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm'd; | | 2 | 222 |
| 242: On A Schoolmaster. | Here lie Willie Michie's banes; | | 4 | 235 |
| 243: On A Scotch Bard, Gone To The West Indies. | A' ye wha live by sowps o' drink, | | 60 | 258 |
| 244: On A Suicide. | Earth'd up here lies an imp o' hell, | | 4 | 266 |
| 245: On A Wag In Mauchline. | Lament him, Mauchline husbands a', | | 8 | 254 |
| 246: On Captain Francis Grose. | The devil got notice that Grose was a-dying, | | 6 | 226 |
| 247: On Captain Grose's Peregrinations Through Scotland, Collecting The Antiquities Of That Kingdom. | Hear, Land o' Cakes and brither Scots, | | 60 | 203 |
| 248: On Captain Matthew Henderson, A Gentleman Who Held The Patent For His Honours Immediately From Almighty God. | But now his radiant course is run, | | 128 | 268 |
| 249: On Cessnock Banks. | On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; | | 56 | 205 |
| 250: On Chloris Being Ill. | Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow, | | 20 | 244 |
| 251: On Elphinston's Translations. Of Martial's Epigrams. | O thou, whom poesy abhors, | | 4 | 240 |
| 252: On John Bushby. | Here lies John Bushby, honest man! | | 2 | 248 |
| 253: On John Dove, Innkeeper, Mauchline. | Here lies Johnny Pidgeon; | | 12 | 251 |
| 254: On Miss Jean Scott. | Oh! had each Scot of ancient times, | | 4 | 228 |
| 255: On Miss Jessy Lewars. | Say, sages, what's the charm on earth | | 4 | 240 |
| 256: On R.A., Esq. | Know thou, O stranger to the fame | | 4 | 235 |
| 257: On Reading In A Newspaper The Death Of John M'Leod, Esq. Brother To A Young Lady, A Particular Friend Of The Author's. | Sad thy tale, thou idle page, | | 28 | 268 |
| 258: On Robert Riddel. | To Riddel, much-lamented man, | | 4 | 393 |
| 259: On Scaring Some Water-Fowl In Loch-Turit. | Why, ye tenants of the lake, | | 40 | 223 |
| 260: On Seeing A Wounded Hare Limp By Me, Which A Fellow Had Just Shot. | Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art, | | 16 | 234 |
| 261: On Seeing Miss Fontenelle In A Favourite Character. | Sweet naiveté of feature, | | 8 | 246 |
| 262: On Seeing The Beautiful Seat Of Lord Galloway. | What dost thou in that mansion fair? | | 4 | 232 |
| 263: On Sensibility. To My Dear And Much Honoured Friend, Mrs. Dunlop, Of Dunlop. | Sensibility how charming, | | 16 | 225 |
| 264: On The Author's Father. | O ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains, | | 8 | 243 |
| 265: On The Birth Of A Posthumous Child. | Sweet flow'ret, pledge o' meikle love, | | 24 | 245 |
| 266: On The Blank Leaf Of A Work By Hannah More. Presented By Mrs C----. | Thou flattering work of friendship kind, | | 14 | 222 |
| 267: On The Death Of A Lap-Dog, Named Echo. | In wood and wild, ye warbling throng, | | 8 | 220 |
| 268: On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of Arniston, Late Lord President Of The Court Of Session. | Lone on the bleaky hills the straying flocks | | 40 | 252 |
| 269: On The Death Of Sir James Hunter Blair. | The lamp of day, with ill-presaging glare, | | 44 | 239 |
| 270: On The Recovery Of Jessy Lewars. | But rarely seen since Nature's birth, | | 4 | 270 |
| 271: On The Same. (On A Henpecked Country Squire.) | O Death, hadst thou but spared his life, | | 8 | 240 |
| 272: On The Same. (On A Henpecked Country Squire.) | One Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell, | | 8 | 237 |
| 273: On The Same. (On Seeing The Beautiful Seat Of Lord Galloway.) | No Stewart art thou, Galloway, | | 4 | 242 |
| 274: On The Same. (On Seeing The Beautiful Seat Of Lord Galloway.) | Bright ran thy line, O Galloway, | | 4 | 237 |
| 275: On The Seas And Far Away. | How can my poor heart be glad, | | 40 | 278 |
| 276: On Wat. | Sic a reptile was Wat, Sic a miscreant slave, | | 8 | 237 |
| 277: On Wee Johnny. Hic Jacet Wee Johnny. | Whoe'er thou art, O reader, know, | | 4 | 236 |
| 278: On William Smellie. | Shrewd Willie Smellie to Crochallan came, | | 8 | 254 |
| 279: Open The Door To Me, Oh! | Oh, open the door, some pity to show, | | 16 | 222 |
| 280: Our Thrissles Flourished Fresh And Fair. | Awa Whigs, awa! Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns, | | 24 | 228 |
| 281: Out Over The Forth. | Out over the Forth I look to the north, | | 8 | 208 |
| 282: Peg Nicholson. | Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare, | | 16 | 218 |
| 283: Peg-A-Ramsey. | Cauld is the e'enin' blast | | 12 | 224 |
| 284: Peggy. | Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns | | 40 | 221 |
| 285: Phillis The Fair. | While larks with little wing | | 24 | 217 |
| 286: Poem On Life, Addressed To Colonel De Peyster. Dumfries, 1796. | My honoured colonel, deep I feel | | 48 | 235 |
| 287: Poem On Pastoral Poetry. | Hail Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! | | 54 | 209 |
| 288: Poem, Addressed To Mr. Mitchell, Collector Of Excise. Dumfries, 1796. | Friend of the Poet, tried and leal, | | 30 | 248 |
| 289: Poetical Address To Mr. W. Tytler, With The Present Of The Bard's Picture. | Revered defender of beauteous Stuart, | | 32 | 227 |
| 290: Poetical Inscription For An Altar To Independence. | Thou of an independent mind, | | 7 | 243 |
| 291: Poor Mailie's Elegy. | Lament in rhyme, lament in prose, | | 48 | 260 |
| 292: Prayer For Adam Armour. | Lord, pity me, for I am little, | | 42 | 219 |
| 293: Prologue Spoken By Mr. Woods On His Benefit Night, Monday, 16 April, 1787. | When by a generous Public's kind acclaim, | | 43 | 239 |
| 294: Prologue, Spoken At The Theatre, Dumfries, 1 Jan. 1790. | No song nor dance I bring from yon great city | | 34 | 221 |
| 295: Rattlin', Roarin' Willie. | O rattlin', roarin' Willie, | | 24 | 272 |
| 296: Raving Winds Around Her Blowing. | Raving winds around her blowing, | | 16 | 294 |
| 297: Remorse. - A Fragment. | Of all the numerous ills that hurt our peace, | | 28 | 223 |
| 298: Robin Shure In Hairst. | Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi' him, | | 18 | 237 |
| 299: Robin. | There was a lad was born in Kyle, | | 32 | 225 |
| 300: Sae Far Awa. | O, sad and heavy should I part, | | 16 | 243 |
| 301: Saw Ye My Phely. (Quasi Dicat Phillis.) | O saw ye my dear, my Phely? | | 12 | 201 |
| 302: Scotch Drink. | Gie him strong drink, until he wink, | | 126 | 321 |
| 303: Scots Prologue, For Mr. Sutherland's Benefit Night, Dumfries. | What needs this din about the town o' Lon'on, | | 54 | 221 |
| 304: Second Epistle To Davie, - A Brother Poet. | I'm three times doubly o'er your debtor, | | 49 | 251 |
| 305: She Says She Loves Me Best Of A'. | Sae flaxen were her ringlets, | | 36 | 220 |
| 306: She's Fair And Fause. | She's fair and fause that causes my smart, | | 16 | 224 |
| 307: Simmer's A Pleasant Time. | Simmer's a pleasant time, | | 20 | 220 |
| 308: Sketch. | A little, upright, pert, tart, tripping wight, | | 14 | 281 |
| 309: Sketch. - New Year's Day. To Mrs. Dunlop. | This day, Time winds th' exhausted chain, | | 49 | 228 |
| 310: Somebody. | My heart is sair, I dare na tell | | 16 | 229 |
| 311: Song Of Death. | Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, | | 16 | 231 |
| 312: Sonnet, On The Death Of Robert Riddel, Esq. Of Glenriddel, April, 1794. | No more, ye warblers of the wood, no more! | | 14 | 230 |
| 313: Sonnet, Written On The Twenty-Fifth Of January, 1793, The Birthday Of The Author, On Hearing A Thrush Sing In A Morning Walk. | Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough, | | 14 | 217 |
| 314: Spoken, On Being Appointed To The Excise. | Searching auld wives' barrels, | | 6 | 220 |
| 315: Stanzas - On The Same Occasion. | Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene? | | 27 | 232 |
| 316: Stay, My Charmer. | Stay, my charmer, can you leave me? | | 10 | 217 |
| 317: Streams That Glide In Orient Plains. | Streams that glide in orient plains, | | 27 | 241 |
| 318: Such A Parcel Of Rogues In A Nation. | Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame, | | 24 | 241 |
| 319: Sweet Closes The Evening. | Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie, | | 32 | 228 |
| 320: Tam O' Shanter. - A Tale. | When chapman billies leave the street, | | 224 | 264 |
| 321: Tam Samson's Elegy.[1] | Has auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? | | 102 | 280 |
| 322: Tam, The Chapman. | As Tam the Chapman on a day, | | 10 | 295 |
| 323: The American War. - A Fragment. | When Guildford good our pilot stood, | | 72 | 236 |
| 324: The Auld Farmer's - New-Year Morning Salutation To His Auld Mare Maggie, On Giving Her The Accustomed Ripp Of Corn To Hansel In The New Year | A guid New-year I wish thee, Maggie! | | 108 | 264 |
| 325: The Author's Earnest Cry And Prayer To The Scotch Representatives In The House Of Commons. | Ye Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, | | 186 | 272 |
| 326: The Bairns Gat Out. | The bairns gat out wi' an unco shout, | | 16 | 224 |
| 327: The Banks O' Doon. (Second Version.) | Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, | | 16 | 261 |
| 328: The Banks Of Doon. (First Version.) | Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon, | | 20 | 261 |
| 329: The Banks Of Nith. | The Thames flows proudly to the sea, | | 16 | 220 |
| 330: The Banks Of The Devon. | How pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon, | | 16 | 243 |
| 331: The Battle Of Sheriff-Muir. | O cam ye here the fight to shun, | | 61 | 282 |
| 332: The Blude Red Rose At Yule May Blaw. | The blude red rose at Yule may blaw, | | 24 | 247 |
| 333: The Bonnie Wee Thing. | Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, | | 16 | 242 |
| 334: The Book-Worms. | Through and through the inspir'd leaves, | | 4 | 251 |
| 335: The Braes O' Ballochmyle. | The Catrine woods were yellow seen, | | 16 | 209 |
| 336: The Brigs Of Ayr, A Poem, Inscribed To J. Ballantyne, Esq., Ayr. | The simple Bard, rough at the rustic plough, | | 234 | 236 |
| 337: The Calf. - To The Rev. Mr. James Steven. | Right, Sir! your text I'll prove it true, | | 24 | 242 |
| 338: The Captain's Lady. | O mount and go, Mount and make you ready; | | 16 | 231 |
| 339: The Cardin' O'T. | I coft a stane o' haslock woo', | | 16 | 215 |
| 340: The Carle Of Kellyburn Braes. | There lived a carle on Kellyburn braes, | | 56 | 221 |
| 341: The Carles Of Dysart. | Up wi' the carles o' Dysart, | | 20 | 235 |
| 342: The Chevalier's Lament. | The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, | | 16 | 231 |
| 343: The Cooper O' Cuddie. | The cooper o' Cuddie cam' here awa, | | 20 | 206 |
| 344: The Cotter's Saturday Night. - Inscribed To Robert Aiken, Esq. | My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! | | 189 | 224 |
| 345: The Creed Of Poverty. | In politics if thou would'st mix, | | 4 | 220 |
| 346: The Cure For All Care. | No churchman am I for to rail and to write, | | 28 | 217 |
| 347: The Day Returns. | The day returns, my bosom burns, | | 16 | 232 |
| 348: The Dean Of Faculty. - A New Ballad. | Dire was the hate at old Harlaw, | | 32 | 262 |
| 349: The Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The Author's Only Pet Yowe. An Unco Mournfu' Tale. | As Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, | | 76 | 257 |
| 350: The Dumfries Volunteers. | Does haughty Gaul invasion threat, | | 32 | 261 |
| 351: The Exciseman. | The deil cam' fiddling through the town, | | 20 | 205 |
| 352: The Farewell To The Brethren Of St. James's Lodge, Tarbolton. | Adieu! a heart-warm, fond adieu! | | 32 | 211 |
| 353: The Farewell. | The valiant, in himself, what can he suffer? | | 28 | 263 |
| 354: The Farewell. | It was a' for our rightfu' king, | | 30 | 212 |
| 355: The Fete Champetre. | O wha will to Saint Stephen's house, | | 56 | 259 |
| 356: The First Psalm. | The man, in life wherever plac'd, | | 20 | 271 |
| 357: The First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm. | O Thou, the first, the greatest friend | | 28 | 253 |
| 358: The Five Carlins. A Scots Ballad. | There were five carlins in the south, | | 92 | 198 |
| 359: The Gallant Weaver. | Where Cart rins rowin to the sea, | | 16 | 208 |
| 360: The Gloomy Night. | The gloomy night is gath'ring fast, | | 32 | 216 |
| 361: The Gowden Locks Of Anna. | Yestreen I had a pint o' wine, | | 32 | 252 |
| 362: The Henpecked Husband. | Curs'd be the man, the poorest wretch in life, | | 10 | 255 |
| 363: The Heron Ballads. (Ballad First.) | Whom will you send to London town, | | 48 | 248 |
| 364: The Heron Ballads. (Ballad Second.) | Fy, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, | | 88 | 231 |
| 365: The Heron Ballads. (Ballad Third.) | Wha will buy my troggin, | | 62 | 254 |
| 366: The Highland Laddie. | The bonniest lad that e'er I saw, | | 24 | 217 |
| 367: The Highland Lassie. | Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair, | | 32 | 234 |
| 368: The Highland Welcome. | When Death's dark stream I ferry o'er, | | 4 | 252 |
| 369: The Highland Widow's Lament. | Oh! I am come to the low countrie, | | 32 | 229 |
| 370: The Holy Fair. | A robe of seeming truth and trust | | 243 | 253 |
| 371: The Humble Petition Of Bruar Water To The Noble Duke Of Athole. | My Lord, I know your noble ear | | 88 | 233 |
| 372: The Inventory; - In Answer To A Mandate By The Surveyor Of The Taxes. | Sir, as your mandate did request, | | 76 | 217 |
| 373: The Invitation. | The King's most humble servant I, | | 4 | 234 |
| 374: The Jolly Beggars. - A Cantata. | When lyart leaves bestrow the yird, | | 373 | 239 |
| 375: The Joyful Widower. | I married with a scolding wife | | 24 | 228 |
| 376: The Kirk Of Lamington. | As cauld a wind as ever blew, | | 4 | 242 |
| 377: The Kirk's Alarm. - A Ballad. (Second Version.) | Orthodox, orthodox, Who believe in John Knox, | | 145 | 207 |
| 378: The Kirk's Alarm;[1] A Satire. (First Version.) | Orthodox, orthodox, Wha believe in John Knox, | | 108 | 225 |
| 379: The Laddies By The Banks O' Nith. | The laddies by the banks o' Nith, | | 20 | 214 |
| 380: The Lass Of Ballochmyle. | Twas even, the dewy fields were green, | | 40 | 228 |
| 381: The Lass Of Ecclefechan. | Gat ye me, O gat ye me, | | 16 | 262 |
| 382: The Lazy Mist. | The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill, | | 16 | 233 |
| 383: The League And Covenant. | The solemn League and Covenant | | 4 | 228 |
| 384: The Lovely Lass Of Inverness. | The lovely lass o' Inverness, | | 16 | 212 |
| 385: The Lover's Morning Salute To His Mistress. | Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature? | | 24 | 220 |
| 386: The Mauchline Lady. | When first I came to Stewart Kyle, | | 8 | 202 |
| 387: The Ordination. | Kilmarnock wabsters fidge an' claw, | | 126 | 249 |
| 388: The Parson's Looks. | That there is falsehood in his looks | | 4 | 214 |
| 389: The Ploughman. | The ploughman he's a bonnie lad, | | 32 | 256 |
| 390: The Poor And Honest Sodger. | When wild war's deadly blast was blawn | | 64 | 230 |
| 391: The Rantin' Dog, The Daddie O'T. | O wha my babie-clouts will buy? | | 16 | 256 |
| 392: The Red, Red Rose. | O were my love yon lilac fair, | | 16 | 234 |
| 393: The Reply. (The Reproof.) | Like Esop's lion, Burns says, sore I feel | | 2 | 289 |
| 394: The Reproof. | Rash mortal, and slanderous Poet, thy name | | 4 | 268 |
| 395: The Rights Of Woman. An Occasional Address Spoken By Miss Fontenelle On Her Benefit Night, Nov. 26, 1792. | While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, | | 38 | 199 |
| 396: The Rigs O' Barley. | It was upon a Lammas night, | | 36 | 231 |
| 397: The Selkirk Grace. | Some hae meat and canna eat, | | 4 | 220 |
| 398: The Smiling Spring. | The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing, | | 16 | 371 |
| 399: The Sons Of Old Killie. | Ye sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie, | | 16 | 204 |
| 400: The Tailor. | The Tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an' a', | | 16 | 240 |
| 401: The Tither Moon. | The tither morn, When I forlorn, | | 36 | 233 |
| 402: The Toad-Eater. | What of earls with whom you have supt, | | 4 | 283 |
| 403: The Toast. | Instead of a song, boys, I'll give you a toast, | | 12 | 264 |
| 404: The Toast. | Fill me with the rosy-wine, | | 6 | 236 |
| 405: The True Loyal Natives. | Ye true "Loyal Natives," attend to my song, | | 4 | 245 |
| 406: The Twa Dogs. - A Tale. | Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle | | 238 | 232 |
| 407: The Twa Herds: Or, The Holy Tulzie. | O a' ye pious godly flocks, | | 102 | 233 |
| 408: The Vision. | The sun had clos'd the winter day, | | 279 | 224 |
| 409: The Vowels. - A Tale. | Twas where the birch and sounding thong are ply'd, | | 34 | 210 |
| 410: The Weary Pund O' Tow. | The weary pund, the weary pund, | | 24 | 242 |
| 411: The Whistle. | I sing of a whistle, a whistle of worth, | | 72 | 210 |
| 412: The Winsome Wee Thing. | She is a winsome wee thing, | | 16 | 240 |
| 413: The Young Highland Rover. | Loud blaw the frosty breezes, | | 18 | 190 |
| 414: Theniel Menzies' Bonnie Mary. | In coming by the brig o' Dye, | | 20 | 283 |
| 415: There Was A Bonnie Lass. | There was a bonnie lass, | | 12 | 222 |
| 416: There Was A Lass. | There was a lass, they ca'd her Meg, | | 24 | 211 |
| 417: There'll Never Be Peace. | By yon castle wa', at the close of the day, | | 16 | 243 |
| 418: There's A Youth In This City. | There's a youth in this city, | | 24 | 209 |
| 419: There's Naethin Like The Honest Nappy! | There's naethin like the honest nappy! | | 12 | 227 |
| 420: There's Nought But Care. | Green grow the rashes, O! | | 28 | 229 |
| 421: Thickest Night, O'Erhang My Dwelling. | Thickest night, surround my dwelling! | | 16 | 221 |
| 422: This Is No My Ain Lassie. | O this is no my ain lassie, | | 24 | 248 |
| 423: Thou Hast Left Me Ever. | Thou hast left me ever, Jamie! | | 18 | 198 |
| 424: Though Fickle Fortune Has Deceived Me, | Though fickle Fortune has deceived me, | | 8 | 223 |
| 425: Tibbie Dunbar. | O, Wilt thou go wi' me, | | 16 | 224 |
| 426: Tibbie, I Hae Seen The Day. | O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, | | 32 | 214 |
| 427: To A Gentleman Who Had Sent Him A Newspaper, And Offered To Continue It Free Of Expense. | Kind Sir, I've read your paper through, | | 38 | 237 |
| 428: To A Haggis | Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, | | 48 | 241 |
| 429: To A Lady, With A Present Of A Pair Of Drinking-Glasses. | Fair Empress of the Poet's soul, | | 12 | 255 |
| 430: To A Louse, On Seeing One In A Lady's Bonnet, At Church | Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie! | | 48 | 276 |
| 431: To A Mountain Daisy, On Turning One Down With The Plough In April, 1786. | Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, | | 54 | 236 |
| 432: To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough, November, 1785. | Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, | | 48 | 241 |
| 433: To Captain Riddel, Of Glenriddel. Extempore Lines On Returning A Newspaper. | Your news and review, Sir, I've read through and through, Sir, | | 12 | 218 |
| 434: To Chloris. | Tis Friendship's pledge, my young, fair friend, | | 24 | 223 |
| 435: To Clarinda. | Clarinda, mistress of my soul, | | 16 | 230 |
| 436: To Dr. Blacklock, In Answer To A Letter. | Wow, but your letter made me vauntie! | | 60 | 226 |
| 437: To Dr. Maxwell, On Jessie Staig's Recovery. | Maxwell, if merit here you crave | | 4 | 213 |
| 438: To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline. (Recommending A Boy.) | I hold it, Sir, my bounden duty, | | 42 | 232 |
| 439: To General Dumourier. Parody On Robin Adair. | You're welcome to despots, Dumourier; | | 15 | 219 |
| 440: To J. Lapraik. (Second Epistle.) | While new-ca'd ky, rowte at the stake, | | 108 | 232 |
| 441: To J. Lapraik. (Third Epistle.) | Guid speed an' furder to you, Johnny, | | 54 | 229 |
| 442: To J. Lapraik. - An Old Scottish Bard. (First Epistle.) | While briers an' woodbines budding green, | | 132 | 219 |
| 443: To J. Rankine. | I am a keeper of the law | | 12 | 229 |
| 444: To James Smith. | Dear Smith, the sleest, paukie thief, | | 174 | 225 |
| 445: To John Goudie Of Kilmarnock. - On The Publication Of His Essays | O Goudie! terror of the Whigs | | 30 | 227 |
| 446: To John Kennedy. | Now, Kennedy, if foot or horse | | 32 | 235 |
| 447: To John Kennedy. | Farewell, dear friend! may guid luck hit you, | | 6 | 214 |
| 448: To John M'Murdo, Esq. | O, could I give thee India's wealth, | | 8 | 204 |
| 449: To John Maxwell Of Terraughty, On His Birthday. | Health to the Maxwell's vet'ran chief! | | 30 | 209 |
| 450: To John Taylor. | With Pegasus upon a day, | | 16 | 194 |
| 451: To Mary Campbell. | Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, | | 20 | 216 |
| 452: To Mary In Heaven. | Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray, | | 32 | 216 |
| 453: To Mary. | Could aught of song declare my pains, | | 16 | 206 |
| 454: To Miss Cruikshank, A Very Young Lady. Written On The Blank Leaf Of A Book, Presented To Her By The Author. | Beauteous rose-bud, young and gay, | | 22 | 213 |
| 455: To Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries. With Johnson'S 'Musical Museum.' | Thine be the volumes, Jessy fair, | | 12 | 214 |
| 456: To Miss Logan, With Beattie's Poems For A New Year'S Gift. Jan. 1, 1787. | Again the silent wheels of time | | 12 | 224 |
| 457: To Mr. M'Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan. | Sir, o'er a gill I gat your card, | | 28 | 219 |
| 458: To Mr. Syme. | No more of your guests, be they titled or not, | | 4 | 205 |
| 459: To Mr. Syme. With A Present Of A Dozen Of Porter. | O, had the malt thy strength of mind, | | 4 | 195 |
| 460: To Mrs. Scott, Of Wauchope. | I mind it weel in early date, | | 70 | 216 |
| 461: To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintray. | Late crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, | | 88 | 192 |
| 462: To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintray. On Receiving A Favour. | I call no goddess to inspire my strains, | | 12 | 194 |
| 463: To Ruin. | All hail! inexorable lord! | | 28 | 210 |
| 464: To The Men And Brethren Of The Masonic Lodge At Tarbolton. | Within your dear mansion may wayward contention | | 4 | 203 |
| 465: To The Rev. John M'Math. | While at the stook the shearers cow'r | | 96 | 236 |
| 466: To The Same, On The Author Being Threatened With His Resentment. (On Seeing The Beautiful Seat Of Lord Galloway.) | Spare me thy vengeance, Galloway, | | 4 | 209 |
| 467: To Thee, Loved Nith. | To thee, lov'd Nith, thy gladsome plains, | | 8 | 173 |
| 468: To William Simpson, Ochiltree. | I gat your letter, winsome Willie; | | 186 | 246 |
| 469: Up In The Morning Early | Up in the morning's no for me, | | 16 | 196 |
| 470: Verses - Written Under The Portrait Of Fergusson, The Poet, In A Copy Of That Author's Works Presented To A Young Lady. | Curse on ungrateful man, that can be pleas'd, | | 7 | 229 |
| 471: Verses To A Young Lady. | Here, where the Scottish muse immortal lives, | | 12 | 199 |
| 472: Verses To John Rankine. | Ae day, as Death, that grusome carl, | | 18 | 238 |
| 473: Verses Written On A Window Of The Inn At Carron. | We came na here to view your warks | | 8 | 211 |
| 474: Wae Is My Heart. | Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e; | | 12 | 240 |
| 475: Wandering Willie. (First Version.) | Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, | | 16 | 234 |
| 476: Wandering Willie. (Last Version.) | Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, | | 16 | 228 |
| 477: Weary Fa' You, Duncan Gray. | Weary fa' you, Duncan Gray, | | 24 | 217 |
| 478: Wha Is That At My Bower-Door. | Wha is that at my bower door? | | 24 | 196 |
| 479: Whan I Sleep I Dream. | Whan I sleep I dream, Whan I wauk I'm eerie, | | 15 | 211 |
| 480: Whare Hae Ye Been. | Whare hae ye been sae braw, lad? | | 16 | 161 |
| 481: What Can A Young Lassie. | What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, | | 24 | 204 |
| 482: When I Think On The Happy Days. | When I think on the happy days | | 8 | 208 |
| 483: When Januar' Wind. | When Januar' wind was blawing cauld, | | 56 | 177 |
| 484: When Rosy May. | When rosy May comes in wi' flowers, | | 16 | 207 |
| 485: Willie Chalmers. | Wi' braw new branks in mickle pride, | | 48 | 175 |
| 486: Willie Wastle. | Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, | | 32 | 187 |
| 487: Wilt Thou Be My Dearie. | Wilt thou be my dearie? | | 18 | 154 |
| 488: Winter. A Dirge. | The wintry west extends his blast, | | 26 | 238 |
| 489: Written At Inverary. | Whoe'er he be that sojourns here, | | 8 | 213 |
| 490: Written In A Lady's Pocket-Book. | Grant me, indulgent Heav'n, that I may live | | 4 | 146 |
| 491: Written In A Wrapper, Enclosing A Letter To Captain Grose. | Ken ye ought o' Captain Grose? | | 32 | 144 |
| 492: Written In Friars-Carse Hermitage, On Nithside. December, 1788. | Thou whom chance may hither lead | | 57 | 151 |
| 493: Written In Friars-Carse Hermitage, On The Banks Of Nith. June. 1788. (First Copy.) | Thou whom chance may hither lead, | | 34 | 162 |
| 494: Written On A Pane Of Glass, In The Inn At Moffat. | Ask why God made the gem so small, | | 4 | 152 |
| 495: Written On The Blank Leaf Of A Copy Of My Poems, Presented To An Old Sweetheart, Then Married. | Once fondly lov'd and still remember'd dear; | | 8 | 167 |
| 496: Written With A Pencil, Over The Chimney-Piece, In The Parlour Of The Inn At Kenmore, Taymouth. | Admiring Nature in her wildest grace, | | 28 | 152 |
| 497: Written With A Pencil, Standing By The Fall Of Fyers, Near Loch-Ness | Among the heathy hills and ragged woods | | 12 | 145 |
| 498: Ye Jacobites By Name. | Ye Jacobites by name, give and ear, give an ear; | | 24 | 234 |
| 499: Yon Wild Mossy Mountains. | Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide, | | 36 | 223 |
| 500: Young Jamie, Pride Of A' The Plain. | Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain, | | 16 | 147 |
| 501: Young Jockey. | Young Jockey was the blythest lad | | 16 | 152 |
| 502: Young Peggy. | Young Peggy blooms our bonniest lass, | | 32 | 151 |
