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,
God, that art of myghtis most, Fader and Sone and Holy Gost, That bought man on Rode so dere, Shilde us from the fowle fende, That is about mannys sowle to shen…
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.
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…
O LUSTY May, with Flora queen! The balmy dropis from Phoebus she… Preluciand beams before the day… By that Diana growis green Through gladness of this lusty…
It fell about the Martinmas, When the wind blew shrill and caul… Said Edom o’ Gordon to his men, ‘We maun draw to a hauld. ’And whatna hauld sall we draw to,
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…
Legs I have got, yet seldom do I… I backbite many, yet I never talk… In secret places most I seek to h… For he who feeds me never can abid…
‘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,
A lthough things are not perfect B ecause of trial or pain C ontinue in thanksgiving D o not begin to blame E ven when the times are hard
Please God, forsake your water an… And fling the bitter cress you eat… Put by your rosary. In Mary’s nam… To mildewing monks in Rome. Spring’s at work in gardens bright…
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…
As I was walking one morning in s… I heard a fair maiden most charmin… All under her cow, as she sat a-mi… Saying, I shall be married, next… You fairest of all creatures, my e…
Westron wind, when wilt thou blow That small rain down can rain? Christ, that my love were in my ar… And I in my bed again!
HERE lies a poor woman who was a… She lived in a house where help wa… Her last words on earth were: 'De… To where there’s no cooking, or wa… For everything there is exact to m…