‘WHY does your brand sae drop wi’…    Edward, Edward? Why does your brand sae drop wi’ b…    And why sae sad gang ye, O?’ ‘O I hae kill’d my hawk sae gude,

The king sits in Dumferling toune… Drinking the blude-reid wine: “O whar will I get guid sailor, To sail this schip of mine?” Up and spak an eldern knicht,

Late at e’en, drinking the wine, And ere they paid the lawing, They set a combat them between, To fight it in the dawing. ‘What though ye be my sister’s lor…

An old man going a lone highway, Came, at the evening cold and gray… To a chasm vast and deep and wide, The old man crossed in the twiligh… The sullen stream had no fear for…

I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, Mom, So I drank soda instead. I really felt proud inside, Mom,

LOVE not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for a constant heart:    For these may fail or turn to i…

O WHAT a plague is love!    How shall I bear it? She will inconstant prove,    I greatly fear it. She so torments my mind

Anonymous English Christmas carol… (first published in the children’s… On the first day of Christmas, My true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree.

IT fell about the Martinmas,    When the wind blew shrill and c… Said Edom o’ Gordon to his men,    'We maun draw to a hauld. ‘And what a hauld sall we draw to,

She’ll be comin’ round the mountai… When she comes. She’ll be comin’ round the mountai… When she comes. She’ll be comin’ round the mountai…

O HAPPY dames! that may embrace    The fruit of your delight, Help to bewail the woful case    And eke the heavy plight Of me, that wonted to rejoice

Royal Charlie’s now awa, Safely owre the friendly main; Mony a heart will break in twa, Should he ne’er come back again. Will you no come back again?

The wintry blast was fierce and co… And the lassie’s coat was thin and… Her little brother by her side Shivered and pitifully cried. ‘Come underneath my coat,’ said sh…

My Loue in her Attyre doth shew h… It doth so well become her: For eu’ry season she hath dressing… For Winter, Spring, and Summer. No Beautie shee doth misse,

SAYS Tweed to Till— ‘What gars ye rin sae still?’    Says Till to Tweed— ‘Though ye rin with speed    And I rin slaw,