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…
‘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,
The wintry blast was fierce and co… And the lassie’s coat was thin and… Her little brother by her side Shivered and pitifully cried. ‘Come underneath my coat,’ said sh…
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…
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…
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,
She’ll be comin’ round the mountai… When she comes. She’ll be comin’ round the mountai… When she comes. She’ll be comin’ round the mountai…
I saw a young mother With eyes full of laughter And two little shadows Came following after. Wherever she moved,
THIS ae nighte, this ae nighte, —Every nighte and alle, Fire and fleet and candle-lighte, And Christe receive thy saule. When thou from hence away art past…
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…
BALOW, my babe, lie still and sl… It grieves me sore to see thee wee… Wouldst thou be quiet I’se be gla… Thy mourning makes my sorrow sad: Balow my boy, thy mother’s joy,
OVER the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves; Under floods that are deepest,
Godfrey Gordon Gustuvus Gore The boy who’d never shut the door His Father would Plead and mother… Godfrey Gordon Please Shut the d…
Rain on the green grass, And rain on the tree, And rain on the house top, But not on me!
LENTEN ys come with love to tou… With blosmen ant with briddes roun… That al this blisse bryngeth; Dayes-eyes in this dales, Notes suete of nyhtegales,