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…

“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

THERE lived a wife at Usher’s w…    And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart s…    And sent them o’er the sea. They hadna been a week from her,

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…

O waly waly up the bank, And waly waly down the brae, And waly waly yon burn-side Where I and my Love wont to gae! I leant my back unto an aik,

A moth, I thogh, munching a word. How marvellously weird! a worm Digesting a mans sayings - A sneakthief nibbling in the shado… At the shape of a poet’s thunderou…

MY heart is high above, my body i… For I am set in luve as well as I… I luve my lady pure and she luvis… I am her serviture, she is my sove… She is my very heart, I am her ho…

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

‘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?

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,

THERE were twa sisters sat in a…    Binnorie, O Binnorie! There cam a knight to be their woo…    By the bonnie milldams o’ Binn… He courted the eldest with glove a…

Every year Grandma gets a tin of… She always says, '€˜Ah my favouri… Even before she opens the wrapping Grandpa always says, '€˜Well, I k… Its two pairs of socks. Just what…

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.

O WALY, waly, up the bank,    And waly, waly, doun the brae, And waly, waly, yon burn-side,    Where I and my Love wont to ga… I lean’d my back unto an aik,

MY Love in her attire doth show h… It doth so well become her; For every season she hath dressing…    For Winter, Spring, and Summe…    No beauty she doth miss