i., 85.

Oh! tell me what sound is the sweetest to hear, vol. iv., 69.

Oh, that I were the shaw in, vol. ii., 329.

Oh, the auld house, the auld house! vol. i., 224.

Oh! the bonnie Hieland hills, vol. iv., 230.

Oh, the breeze of the mountain is soothing and sweet, vol. ii., 19.

Oh! the happy days o' youth are fast gaun by, vol. iii., 266.

Oh! the happy time departed, vol. vi., 17.

Oh! the sunny peaches glow, vol. iii., 150.

O these are not my country's hills, vol. iv., 127.

Oh, to bound o'er the bonnie, blue sea, vol. iv., 133.

Oh! the land of hills is the land for me, vol. iv., 270.

Oh! the winning charm of gentleness, so beautiful to me, vol. v., 242.

Oh, there 's naebody hears Widow Miller complain, vol. v., 237.

Our ain native land, our ain native land, vol. iv., 54.

Oh, tuneful voice, I still deplore, vol. i., 44.

Our Mary liket weel to stray, vol. iv., 70.

Our minstrels a', frae south to north, vol. iii., 95.

Our native land, our native vale, vol. iii., 106.

Ours is the land of gallant hearts, vol. iv., 51.

Oh, wae be to the orders that march'd my love awa, vol. iii., 238.

Oh! wae's me on gowd, wi' its glamour and fame, vol. vi., 148.

Oh, wae 's my life, and sad my heart, vol. v., 17.

Oh, waft me to the fairy clime, vol. iv., 92.

Oh! waste not thy woe on the dead, nor bemoan him, vol. vi., 126.

Oh, we aft hae met at e'en, bonnie Peggie, O! vol. iii., 227.

Oh, weel's me on my ain man, vol. i., 204.

Oh, weel befa' the maiden gay, vol. ii., 64.

Oh, weel I lo'e our auld Scots sangs, vol. v., 85.

Oh! weep not thus, though the child thou hast loved, vol. iii., 201.

Oh! we hae been amang the bowers that winter didna bare, vol. vi., 236.

Oh, wha 's at the window, wha, wha, wha? vol. iv., 253.

Oh, what are the chains of love made of, vol. iv., 136.

Oh, what care I where Love was born, vol. v., 11.

Oh! what is in this flaunting town, vol. vi., 203.

Oh, when shall I visit the land of my birth, vol. i., 254.

Oh, where are the pretty men of yore, vol. v., 129.

Oh, where has the exile his home, vol. iv., 250.

Oh, where snared ye that bonnie, bonnie bird, vol. v., 14.

Oh, where, tell me where is your Highland laddie gone, vol. i., 104.

Oh! why left I my hame, vol. iii., 264.

O! why should old age so much wound us, vol. i., 20.

Oh! will ye go to yon burn-side, vol. iii., 68.

Oh! will ye walk the wood wi' me, vol. iv., 273.

Oh! would I we