THERE is a Lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die. Her gesture, motion, and her smile…

I SING of a maiden    That is makeles; King of all kings    To her son she ches. He came al so still

YE Highlands and ye Lawlands, O where hae ye been? They hae slain the Earl of Murray…    And hae laid him on the green. Now wae be to thee, Huntley!

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...

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…

IT fell on a day, and a bonnie si…    When green grew aits and barley… That there fell out a great disput…    Between Argyll and Airlie. Argyll has raised an hunder men,

Moo, moo, brown cow Have you any milk? Yes miss, three jugs smooth as sil… One for you, And one for me,

QUHEN Flora had o’erfret the fi…    In May of every moneth queen; Quhen merle and mavis singis with…    Sweet melling in the shawis she…    Quhen all luvaris rejoicit bene

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

LATE at een, drinkin’ the wine,    And ere they paid the lawin’, They set a combat them between,    To fight it in the dawin’. ‘O stay at hame, my noble lord!

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…

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?