Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet, [Wee Willie Gray (Fragment), 1795]
We'll hide the Cooper behint the door, [Cooper O' Cuddy, The, 1795]
Wha is that at my bower-door?" [Wha Is That At My Bower-Door, 1783]
Whare are you gaun, my bonie lass, [Waukrife Minnie, A, 1789]
"Whare live ye, my bonie lass? [My Collier Laddie, 1792]

What ails ye now, ye lousie bitch [Reply To A Trimming Epistle Received From A Tailor, 1786]
What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, [What Can A Young Lassie Do Wi' An Auld Man, 1791]
What dost thou in that mansion fair? [Epigrams Against The Earl Of Galloway, 1793]
What needs this din about the town o' Lon'on, [Scots' Prologue For Mr. Sutherland, 1790]
What will I do gin my Hoggie die? [My Hoggie, 1788]

When biting Boreas, fell and dour, [Winter Night, A, 1786]
When, by a generous Public's kind acclaim, [Prologue, Spoken by Mr. Woods at Edinburgh., 1787]
When chapman billies leave the street, [Tam O' Shanter, 1790]
When chill November's surly blast [Man Was Made To Mourn: A Dirge, 1784]
When dear Clarinda, matchless fair, [Sylvander To Clarinda, 1787]

When Death's dark stream I ferry o'er, [Epigram On Parting With A Kind Host In The Highlands, 1787]
When first I came to Stewart Kyle, [Mauchline Lady: A Fragment, The, 1784]
When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town, [Johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver -- Fragment, 1791]
When Guilford good our pilot stood [Ballad On The American War, 1784]
When Januar' wind was blawing cauld, [Lass That Made The Bed To Me, The, 1795]

When Lascelles thought fit from this world to depart, [Epitaph On Capt. Lascelles, 1794]
When lyart leaves bestrow the yird, [Jolly Beggars: A Cantata, The, 1785]
When Morine, deceas'd, to the Devil went down, [Epigram On The Laird Of Laggan, 1793]
When Nature her great master-piece design'd, [Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintry, 1788]
When o'er the hill the eastern star [I'll Meet Thee On The Lea Rig, 1792]

When Princes and Prelates, [Tippling Ballad, A, 1792]
When rosy May comes in wi' flowers, [Gard'ner Wi' His Paidle, The, 1789]
When wild war's deadly blast was blawn, [Soldier's Return: A Ballad, The, 1793]
Where are the joys I have met in the morning, [Where Are The Joys I have Met?, 1793]
Where, braving angry winter's storms, [Braving Angry Winter's Storms, 1787]

Where Cart rins rowin' to the sea, [Gallant Weaver, The, 1791]
Where hae ye been sae braw, lad? [Braes O' Killiecrankie, The, 1789]
While at the stook the shearers cow'r [Epistle To The Rev. John M'math, 1785]
While briers an' woodbines budding green, [Epistle To J. Lapraik, An Old Scottish Bard, 1785]
While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, [Rights Of Woman -- Spoken by Miss Fontenelle, The, 1792]

While larks, with little wing, [Phillis The Fair, 1793]
While new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake [Second Epistle To J. Lapraik, 1785]
While virgin Spring by Eden's flood, [Address To The Shade Of Thomson, 1791]
While winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, [Epistle To Davie, A Brother Poet, 1785]
Whoe'er he be that sojourns here, [Bard At Inverary, The, 1787]

Whoe'er thou art, O reader, know [Epitaph On "Wee Johnie", 1786]
Whom will you send to London town, [Ballads on Mr. Heron's Election, 1795, 1795]
Whose is that noble, dauntless brow? [Verses Intended To Be Written Below A Noble Earl's Picture, 1787]
Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene? [Stanzas, On The Same Occasion, 1781]
Why, why tell thy lover [Why, Why Tell The Lover -- Fragment, 1795]

Why, ye tenants of the lake, [On Scaring Some Water-Fowl In Loch-Turit, 1787]
Wi' braw new branks in mickle pride, [Willie Chalmers, 1786]
Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, [Sic A Wife As Willie Had, 1792]
Will ye go to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay, [Leezie Lindsay (Fragment), 1795]
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, [Will Ye Go To The Indies, My Mary?, 1786]

Wilt thou be my Dearie? [Wilt Thou Be My Dearie?, 1794]
With Esop's lion, Burns says: Sore I feel [Poet's Reply To The Threat Of A Censorious Critic, The, 1787]
With Pegasus upon a day, [Pegasus At Wanlockhead, 1789]
With secret throes I marked that earth, [Vision -- Suppressed Stanzas, The, 1786]
Wow, but your letter made me vauntie! [Epistle To Dr. Blacklock, 1789]