The Modern Scottish Minstrel Volume Vi Part 48

There lives a young la.s.sie, vol. iv., 116.

There 's a thrill of emotion, half painful, half sweet, vol. iii., 222.

There 's cauld kail in Aberdeen, vol. i., 48.

There 's cauld kail in Aberdeen, vol. i., 210.

There 's high and low, there 's rich and poor, vol. i., 194.

There 's meikle bliss in ae fond kiss, vol. vi., 128.

There 's mony a flower beside the rose, vol. iv., 188.

There 's music in the flowing tide, there 's music in the air, vol. ii., 275.

There 's music in a mother's voice, vol. vi., 51.

There 's nae covenant noo, la.s.sie, vol. ii., 187.

There 's nae hame like the hame o' youth, vol. iv., 228.

There 's nae love like early love, vol. iii., 185.

There 's nane may ever guess or trow my bonnie la.s.sie's name, vol. v., 206.

There 's some can be happy and bide whar they are, vol. vi., 163.

There was a musician wha play'd a good stick, vol. i., 271.

The rosebud blushing to the morn, vol. ii., 105.

The Rover o' Lochryan, he 's gane, vol. v., 64.

The Scotch blue bell, vol. v., 233.

The season comes when first we met, vol. i., 43.

The sea, the deep, deep sea, vol. iii., 218.

The shadows of evening fall silent around, vol. vi., 146.

The sky in beauty arch'd, vol. iv., 154.

The skylark sings his matin lay, vol. vi., 63.

The soldier waves the shining sword, the shepherd-boy his crook; vol. v., 68.

The spring comes back to woo the earth, vol. v., 156.

The storm grew faint as daylight tinged, vol. iv., 212.

The summer comes wi' rosy wreaths, vol. vi., 36.

The sun blinks sweetly on yon shaw, vol. ii., 175.

The sun-down had mantled Ben Nevis with night vol. iv., 287.

The sun hadna peep'd frae behint the dark billow, vol. iii., 129.

The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond, vol. ii., 136.

The sun is setting on sweet Glengarry, vol. ii., 176.

The sun is sunk, the day is done, vol. i., 133.

The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day, vol. i., 41.

The sunny days are come, my love, vol. vi., 172.

The sweets o' the simmer invite us to wander, vol. ii., 305.

The tears I shed must ever fall, vol. i., 168.

The tempest is raging, vol. iii., 151.

The troops were all embarked on board, vol. i., 115.

The weary sun 's gane down the west, vol. ii., 154.

The widow is f.e.c.kless, the widow 's alane, vol. v., 200.

The wild rose blooms in Drummond woods, vol. iv., 236.

The women are a' gane wud, vol. i., 227.

The year is wearing to an end, vol. ii., 79.

They 're stepping off, the friends I knew, vol. vi., 45.

They speak o' wiles in woman's smiles, vol. iii., 122.

They tell me first and early love, vol. vi., 73.

They tell me o' a land whar the sky is ever clear, vol. vi., 212.

Thou bonnie wood o' Craigie Lee, vol. ii., 153.

Thou cauld gloomy Feberwar, vol. iii., 164.