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 assembled, 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.

We part, yet wherefore should I weep, vol. v., 105.

Were I a doughty cavalier, vol. v., 127.

Were I but able to rehearse, vol. i., 17.

We were baith neebor bairns, thegither we play'd, vol. vi., 185.

Wha 'll buy caller herrin', vol. i, 195.

Whan Jamie first woo'd me he was but a youth, vol. iii., 25.

Whare hae ye been a' day, vol. i., 83.

What ails my heart--what dims my e'e? vol. v., 253.

What ails ye, my lassie, my dawtie, my ain? vol. vi., 78.

What are the flowers of Scotland, vol. ii., 66.

What fond, delicious ecstasy does early love impart, vol. vi., 85.

What makes this hour a day to me? vol. v., 33.

What though ye hae nor kith nor kin, vol. v., 238.

What 's this vain world to me, vol. i., 236.

What wakes the poet's lyre, vol. iv., 91.

When a' ither bairnies are hush'd to their hame, vol. iii., 123.

When autumn comes and heather bells, vol. iv., 132.

When Charlie to the Highlands came, vol. ii., 180.

When cities of old days, vol. iv., 156.

When first I cam' to be a man, vol. i., 13.

When fops and fools together prate, vol. i., 31.

When friendship, love, and truth abound, vol. i., 253.

When hope lies dead within the heart, vol. i., 45.

When I began the world first, vol. i., 33.

When I look far down on the valley below me, vol. iv., 169.

When I think on the lads and the land I hae left, vol. v., 66.

When I think on the sweet smiles o' my lassie, vol. ii., 307.

When I was a miller in Fife, vol. iii., 92.

When Katie was scarce out nineteen, vol. i., 157.

When loud the horn is sounding, vol. vi., 63.

When merry hearts were gay, vol. i., 92.

When my flocks upon the heathy hill are lyin' a' at rest, vol. iv., 49.

When others are boasting 'bout fetes and parades, vol. v., 153.

When rosy day far in the west has vanish'd frae the scene, vol. v., 151.

When sets the sun o'er Lomond's height, vol. ii., 183.

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