If ye gae up to yon hill-tap, [Tarbolton Lasses, The]
If you rattle along like your Mistress' tongue, [Pinned To Mrs. Walter Riddell's Carriage, 1794]
I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen, [Blue-Eyed Lassie, The, 1789]
I gat your letter, winsome Willie; [Epistle To William Simson, 1785]
I Hae a wife of my ain, [I Hae a Wife O' My Ain, 1788]

I Hae been at Crookieden, [I Hae Been At Crookieden, 1791]
I hold it, sir, my bounden duty [To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline, Recommending a Boy., 1786]
I Lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend, [Epistle To A Young Friend, 1786]
Ilk care and fear, when thou art near [Bonie Peggy Alison, 1780]
I'll aye ca' in by yon town, [I'll Aye Ca' In By Yon Town, 1795]

Ill-fated genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson! [Lines On Fergusson, The Poet, 1792]
I Mind it weel in early date, [Epistle To Mrs. Scott of Wauchope-House, 1787]
I'm now arrived -- thanks to the gods! -- [Epigram On Rough Roads, 1786]
I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, [I'm O'er Young To Marry Yet, 1788]
I murder hate by flood or field, [I Murder Hate, 1790]

In comin by the brig o' Dye, [Theniel Menzies' Bonie Mary, 1787]
Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art, [Wounded Hare, The, 1789]
In Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles, [Belles Of Mauchline, The, 1784]
In Politics if thou would'st mix, [On Politics, 1793]
In se'enteen hunder'n forty-nine, [On Andrew Turner, 1794]

In simmer, when the hay was mawn, [Country Lass, The, 1792]
Instead of a Song, boy's, I'll give you a Toast; [Lines On The Commemoration Of Rodney's Victory, 1793]
In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, [Ronalds Of The Bennals, The, 1780]
In this strange land, this uncouth clime, [Epistle To Hugh Parker, 1788]
In wood and wild, ye warbling throng, [Epitaph On A Lap-Dog, 1793]

I sing of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, [Whistle, The, 1789]
Is there a whim-inspired fool, [Bard's Epitaph, A, 1786]
Is there for honest Poverty [Man's A Man For A' That, A, 1795]
Ithers seek they ken na what, [Love For Love (Fragment), 1792]
It is na, Jean, thy bonie face, [It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonie Face, 1788]

It was a' for our rightfu' King [It Was A' For Our Rightfu' King, 1794]
It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral, [Slave's Lament, The, 1792]
It was the charming month of May, [Charming Month Of May, The, 1794]
It was upon a Lammas night, [Rigs O' Barley, The, 1783]