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,
‘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,
THIS winter’s weather it waxeth… And frost it freezeth on every… And Boreas blows his blast so bol… That all our cattle are like to… Bell, my wife, she loves no strife…
Whan bells war rung, an mass was s… A wat a’ man to bed were gone, Clark Sanders came to Margret’s w… With mony a sad sigh and groan. “Are ye sleeping, Margret,” he sa…
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
I saw a young mother With eyes full of laughter And two little shadows Came following after. Wherever she moved,
Jhesu, that ys kyng in trone, As Thou shoope bothe sonne and mo… And all that shalle dele and dyght… Now lene us grace such dedus to do… In Thy blys that we may wone -
“Oh where ha’e ye been, Lord Rand… And where ha’e ye been, my handsom… “I ha’e been to the wild wood: mot… For I’m wearied wi’ hunting, and… “An wha met ye there, Lord Randal…
I want to go home, I want to go home, I don’t want to go in the trenches… Where whizz-bangs and shrapnel the… Take me over the sea
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!
My dress is silent when I tread t… Or stay at home or stir upon the w… Sometimes my trappings and the lof… Raise me above the dwelling-place… And then the power of clouds carri…
SHALL I thus ever long, and be… And shall I still complain to the… Alas! say nay! say nay! and be… But open thou thy manly mouth and… Whereby my heart may think, alt…
There were three ravens sat on a t… They were as black as they might b… The one of them said to his mate, ‘Where shall we our breakefast tak… ‘Downe in yonder greene field,
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
Lysteneth, lordinges, gente and fr… Ich wille you telle of Sire Degar… Knightes that were sometyme in lon… Ferli fele wolde fonde And sechen aventures bi night and…