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…

The falcon soars The town’s gates are even higher Angelica’s their doorkeeper She’s wound the sun round her head She’s tied the moon round her wais…

THE reivers they stole Fair Anni…    As she walk’d by the sea; But a noble knight was her ransom…    Wi’ gowd and white monie. She bided in strangers’ land wi’ h…

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

“If all the world were paper And all the sea were ink, If all the trees were bread and ch… What would we do for drink? If all the world were sand O,

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,

LENTEN ys come with love to tou… With blosmen ant with briddes roun…    That al this blisse bryngeth; Dayes-eyes in this dales, Notes suete of nyhtegales,

‘Oh, you must answer my questions… Sing ninety-nine and ninety, Or you’re not God’s, you’re one o… And you are the weaver’s bonny.’ ‘What is whiter than the milk?

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…

IN a valley of this restles mind I sought in mountain and in mead, Trusting a true love for to find. Upon an hill then took I heed; A voice I heard (and near I yede)

Two sticks and an apple, Ring the bells at Whitechapel. Old Father Bald Pate, Ring the bells Aldgate. Maids in white aprons,

The following Epilogue to “The Padlock” was written by a very worthy Clergyman, soon after the first representation of that opera. The author of this little poem died in the Summer of 1...

I have a gentil cock croweth me day he doth me risen early my matins for to stay I have a gentil cock