“The wind doth blow today, my love… And a few small drops of rain; I never had but one true-love, In cold grave she was lain. ”I’ll do as much for my true-love

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

Phyllida. CORYDON, arise, my C…    Titan shineth clear. Corydon. Who is it that calleth C…    Who is it that I hear? Phyl. Phyllida, thy true love, ca…

There once was a man from Nantuck… Who kept all of his cash in a buck… But his daughter, named Nan, Ran away with a man And as for the bucket, Nan took i…

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.

ALL under the leaves and the leav…    I met with virgins seven, And one of them was Mary mild,    Our Lord’s mother of Heaven. ‘O what are you seeking, you seven…

O HAPPY dames! that may embrace    The fruit of your delight, Help to bewail the woful case    And eke the heavy plight Of me, that wonted to rejoice

Said Santa Claus One winter’s night, ‘€˜I really think it’s only right That gifts should have a little sa… ‘€˜Bout where they’ll be on Chris…

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

There is a Miracle called Friends… that dwells within the heart and you don’t know how it happens or when it even starts. But the happiness it brings you

Godfrey Gordon Gustuvus Gore The boy who’d never shut the door His Father would Plead and mother… Godfrey Gordon Please Shut the d…

IN Scarlet town, where I was bor…    There was a fair maid dwellin’, Made every youth cry Well-a-way!    Her name was Barbara Allen. All in the merry month of May,

O I forbid you, maidens a’, That wear gowd on your hair, To come or gae by Carterhaugh, For young Tam Lin is there. There’s nane that gaes by Carterh…

My friend iudge not me, Thou seest I iudge not thee: Betwixt the stirrop and the ground… Mercy I askt, mercy I found.

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,