The Modern Scottish Minstrel Volume Vi Part 49

Thou dark stream slow wending thy deep rocky way, vol. v., 114.

Thou gentle and kind one, vol. v., 128.

Thou hast left me, dear Dermot, to cross the wide sea, vol. iv., 107.

Thou hast sworn by thy G.o.d, my Jeanie, vol. iii., 17.

Though all fair was that bosom heaving white, vol. iv., 67.

Though fair blooms the rose in gay Anglia's bowers, vol. iv., 217.

Though long the wanderer may depart, vol. vi., 225.

Though richer swains thy love pursue, vol. i., 134.

Though siller Tweed rin o'er the Lea, vol. ii., 104.

Though the winter of age wreathes her snow on his head, vol. ii., 117.

Though this wild brain is aching, vol. iv., 155.

Thou ken'st, Mary Hay, that I lo'e thee weel, vol. ii., 167.

Thou morn full of beauty, vol. v., 140.

Through Crockstoun Castle's lanely wa's, vol. ii., 144.

Thus sang the minstrel Cormack, his anguish to beguile, vol. iii., 275.

Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue, vol. ii., 244.

Thy queenly hand, Victoria, vol. v., 264.

Thy wily eyes, my darling, vol. iv., 292.

'Tis finish'd, they 've died for their forefathers' land, vol. iv., 153.

'Tis haena ye heard, man, o' Barrochan Jean, vol. ii., 150.

'Tis not the rose upon the cheek, vol. iii., 60.

'Tis sair to dream o' them we like, vol. iii., 266.

'Tis sweet wi' blithesome heart to stray, vol. v., 186.

'Tis the fa' o' the leaf, and the cauld winds are blawing, vol. v., 258.

'Tis the first rose o' summer that opes to my view, vol. iii., 264.

'Tis Yule! 'tis Yule! all eyes are bright, vol. vi., 65.

Together, dearest, we have play'd, vol. v., 22.

To live in cities, and to join, vol. v., 245.

Touch once more a sober measure, vol. iii., 178.

To Scotland's ancient realm, vol. v., 272.

To wander lang in foreign lands, vol. iii., 210.

True love is water'd aye wi' tears, vol. i., 233.

Trust not these seas again, vol. vi., 232.

Tuck, tuck, feer--from the green and growing leaves, vol. vi., 76.

'Twas a balmy summer gloamin', vol. vi., 158.

'Twas on a Monday morning, vol. ii., 61.

'Twas on a simmer afternoon, vol. i., 213.

'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing, vol. i., 72.

'Twas when December's dark'ning scowl the face of heaven o'ercast, vol. vi., 239.

'Twas when the wan leaf frae the birk-tree was fa'in', vol. ii., 314.

Up with the dawn, ye sons of toil, vol. vi., 142.

Waken, lords and ladies gay, vol. i., 304.

Walkin' out ae mornin' early, vol. iii., 24.

Warlike chieftains now a.s.sembled, vol. v., 40.

Weep away, heart, weep away, vol. vi., 59.

Weep not over poet's wrong, vol. vi., 69.

Welcome, pretty little stranger, vol. i., 257.

We 'll meet beside the dusky glen on yon burn-side, vol. ii., 140.

We 'll meet yet again, my loved fair one, when o'er us, vol. iv., 53.