Snell, bitter, biting Sowpy, soft, spongy, Souse, to plunge or im merge Spak, spoke Splet, split Spot, a place of service Spunky, sparkling Spuin, spoon Starken, to tighten Steyle, stile Steeks, shuts Strack, struck Stule, stole Stuil, stool Stown, stolen Stuid, stood Tease, to importune, to pester about rudely To't, to the V Varra, very Varmen, or varment, vermin Toozel, to ruffle, to pull Vap'rin, vapouring W Wad, would Toddle, to walk unstably as children Top, or topper, of a good quality To-mworn, to-morrow Trail, slow, lazy Trippet, a small piece of wood obtusely pointed with which rustics amuse themselves Trimmel, tremble Trouncin, beating Trig, tight Trinkums, useless finery Tudder, the other Tui, too Tuik, took Tuith-wark, tooth-ache Waur, worse Waw, wall Weage, wage Wee, diminutive Wi', or wid, with Winnings, money won Wullin, willing Wully, or Wulliam, Wunnet, (contrac.) will not Wun, to dwell Whitten, Whitehaven Y INDEX TO THE FIRST LINES. PAGE A Bachelor's life of all lives is the best Ae day as Cupid, sweet tooth'd fairy. 152 26 Ae night in dark December, when wintry blasts blew high 89 A fig for all your treaties A floweret blooms in Lamplugh Dale. 536 435 Again maun absence chill my soul 83 Alike in temper and in life 32 All female charms, I own my fair 14 A month, sweet little-ones, is past 457 And auld Robin Forbes has gien tem a dance. At Wigton fair last, sec a show o' feine lasses 406 A weel, guid hearers! are ye a' come ben! Come, friend, sheer off with your fine slack jaw Come join us, brave countrymen, now is the time 294 Auld Marget in the fauld she sits Aye, aye, I's feeble grown Ay, lad! sec a murry-neet we've hed at Bleckell Ay, Wulliam! neist Monday's Elizabeth's burthday. 365 Be still my heart, and let this moving sight Come, Pandora, come away. Come, Deavie, I'll tell thee a secret 323 163 378 338 Come listen to my jovial song. Come, mortals, enliven the hour that is lent. PAGE 187 109 Come, neighbours, awhile leave your labours and care Come sit thy ways down an' give us thy crack Deuce tek the clock! click-clackin sae Did you hear that old man as he sat by the mound?. 268 310 528 308 420 416 Fast the patt'ring hail was fa'ing 244 Foul fa' the breast first Treason bred in! 470 Gin living worth could win my heart. 74 Git oot wid the', Jwohnny, thou's no'but a fash Had my daddie left me gear enough Here lies-good reason that he should Hout, Wully, lad! cock up thy head. 349 How blest the maid whose blythesome heart. 265 How lang I've fasted and 'tis hardly four 23 How oft by the lamp of the pale waning moon How sweet to the heart is the thought of to-morrow. 111 I am of a temper fixed as a decree 96 I heard a thousand blended notes 451 I kest off my clogs, hung t' kelt cwoat on a pin If you ax me where I come frae, I say the fell-seyde. I'm Tibby Fowler o' the glen. In the dream of the moment I call'd for the bowl In Cumberland there dwells a maid . 330 |