FAIN would I change that note To which fond Love hath charm’d m… Long, long to sing by rote, Fancying that that harm’d me: Yet when this thought doth come,
IN somer when the shawes be sheyn… And leves be large and long, Hit is full merry in feyre foreste To here the foulys song. To se the dere draw to the dale
‘O WHA will shoe my bonny foot? And wha will glove my hand? And wha will bind my middle jimp Wi’ a lang, lang linen band? ‘O wha will kame my yellow hair,
Frankie and Johnnie were lovers, O, my Gawd, how they could love, They swore to be true to each othe… As true as the stars above; He was her man, but he done her wr…
THIS ae nighte, this ae nighte, —Every nighte and alle, Fire and fleet and candle-lighte, And Christe receive thy saule. When thou from hence away art past…
ICHOT a burde in boure bryht, That fully semly is on syht, Menskful maiden of myht; Feir ant fre to fonde; In al this wurhliche won
O Burr, O Burr, what hast though… Thou hast shooted dead great Hami… You hid behind a bunch of thistle, And shooted him dead with a great… Caption on a wax tableau of Vice…
A MAID, I dare not tell her nam… For fear I should disgrace her, Tempted a young man for to come One night for to embrace her. When at the door he made a stop, h…
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…
It takes strength to be firm, it t… It takes strength to conquer, it t… It takes strength to be certain, i… It takes strength to fit in, it ta… It takes strength to feel a friend…
O Death, O Death, rock me asleep… Bring me to quiet rest; Let pass my weary guiltless ghost Out of my careful breast. Toll on, thou passing bell;
Soldiers who wish to be a hero Are practically zero. But those who wish to be civilians… Jesus, they run into millions.
SAYS Tweed to Till— ‘What gars ye rin sae still?’ Says Till to Tweed— ‘Though ye rin with speed And I rin slaw,
MY Love in her attire doth show h… It doth so well become her; For every season she hath dressing… For Winter, Spring, and Summe… No beauty she doth miss
As I was walking all alane I heard twa corbies making a mane; The tane unto the t’other say, “Where sall we gang and dine to-da… “—In behint yon auld fail dyke,