Has auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? [Tam Samson's Elegy, 1786]
Ha! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie? [To A Louse, 1786]
Health to the Maxwell's veteran Chief! [Epistle To John Maxwell, ESQ., Of Terraughty, 1791]
Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots, [On The Late Captain Grose's Peregrinations Thro' Scotland, 1789]
He clenched his pamphlet in his fist, [Extempore In The Court Of Session, 1787]

Hee balou, my sweet wee Donald, [Highland Balou, The, 1794]
He. O Philly, happy be that day, [Philly And Willy, 1794]
Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad [Lad They Ca'Jumpin John, The, 1788]
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, [Wandering Willie, 1793]
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, [Wandering Willie (Revised Version), 1793]

Here Brewer Gabriel's fire's extinct, [Epitaph For Mr. Gabriel Richardson, 1795]
Here cursing, swearing Burton lies, [On A Swearing Coxcomb, 1794]
Here Holy Willie's sair worn clay [Epitaph On Holy Willie, 1785]
Here is the glen, and here the bower [Flowery Banks Of Cree, The, 1794]
Here lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm'd, [On An Innkeeper Nicknamed "The Marquis", 1794]

Here lies Boghead amang the dead [Epitaph On James Grieve, Laird Of Boghead, Tarbolton, 1784]
Here lies John Bushby -- honest man, [Epitaph On John Bushby, Esq., Tinwald Downs, 1794]
Here lies Johnie Pigeon; [Epitaph On John Dove, Innkeeper, 1785]
Here lie Willie Michie's banes; [Epitaph For Mr. William Michie, 1787]
Here's a health to ane I loe dear, [Health To Ane I Loe Dear, A, 1796]

Here's a health to them that's awa, [Here's A Health To Them That's Awa, 1792]
Here Souter Hood in death does sleep; [Epitaph On Wm. Hood, Senr., In Tarbolton, 1784]
Here's to thy health, my bonie lass, [Here's To Thy Health, 1780]
Here Stuarts once in glory reigned, [Written By Somebody On The Window Of an Inn at Stirling,, 1787]
Here, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives, [Inscription To Miss Graham Of Fintry, 1794]

Her flowing locks, the raven's wing, [Her Flowing Locks (Fragment), 1785]
He who of Rankine sang, lies stiff and dead, [Lines On The Author's Death, 1784]
Hey, the dusty Miller, [Hey, The Dusty Miller, 1788]
His face with smile eternal drest, [Versicles On Sign-Posts, 1788]
Honest Will to Heaven's away [Epitaph For Mr. W. Cruikshank, 1787]

How can my poor heart be glad, [On The Seas And Far Away, 1794]
How cold is that bosom which folly once fired, [Monody On a lady famed for her Caprice (and Epitaph), 1794]
How cruel are the parents [How Cruel Are The Parents, 1795]
How daur ye ca' me howlet-face, [Keekin'-Glass, The, 1791]
How lang and dreary is the night [How Lang And Dreary Is The Night -- Second Version, 1794]

How, Liberty! girl, can it be by thee nam'd? [To The Beautiful Miss Eliza J-N On her Principles of Liberty and Equality., 1794]
How long and dreary is the night, [How Long And Dreary Is The Night, 1788]
How pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon, [Banks Of The Devon, The, 1787]
How wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, [Sketch In Verse, 1789]
Humid seal of soft affections, [Verses On A Parting Kiss, 1788]

"Husband, husband, cease your strife, [My Spouse Nancy, 1793]