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…
My one, the sister without peer, The handsomest of all! She looks like the rising morning… At the start of a happy year. Shining bright, fair of skin,
The king sits in Dumferling toune… Drinking the blude-reid wine: “O whar will I get guid sailor, To sail this schip of mine?” Up and spak an eldern knicht,
I SAW my Lady weep, And Sorrow proud to be advanced s… In those fair eyes where all perfe… Her face was full of woe; But such a woe (believe me) as win…
SISTER, awake! close not your e… The day her light discloses, And the bright morning doth arise Out of her bed of roses. See the clear sun, the world’s bri…
THE reivers they stole Fair Anni… As she walk’d by the sea; But a noble knight was her ransom… Wi’ gowd and white monie. She bided in strangers’ land wi’ h…
The key to friendship Is not in the hand you hold But how you hold the hand. It’s not in the tears you dry But all the reasons why.
We redeth oft and findeth ywrite - And this clerkes wele it wite - Layes that ben in harping Ben yfounde of ferli thing. Sum bethe of wer and sum of wo,
MY blood so red For thee was shed, Come home again, come home again; My own sweet heart, come home agai… You’ve gone astray
MARIE HAMILTON 's to the kir… Wi’ ribbons in her hair; The King thought mair o’ Marie H… Than ony that were there. Marie Hamilton 's to the kirk gan…
WEEP you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heaven’s sun doth gently waste! But my Sun’s heavenly eyes
MARTIAL, the things that do att… The happy life be these, I fin… The richesse left, not got with pa… The fruitful ground, the quiet… The equal friend; no grudge, no st…
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
As I was walking all alane I heard twa corbies making a mane; The tane unto the t’other say, “Where sall we gang and dine to-da… “—In behint yon auld fail dyke,
I SING of a maiden That is makeles; King of all kings To her son she ches. He came al so still