‘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,
My Loue in her Attyre doth shew h… It doth so well become her: For eu’ry season she hath dressing… For Winter, Spring, and Summer. No Beautie shee doth misse,
I know a funny little man, As quiet as a mouse, Who does the mischief that is done In everybody’s house. There’s no one ever sees his face,
AS I was walking all alane I heard twa corbies making a mane: The tane unto the tither did say, ‘Whar sall we gang and dine the da… ‘—In behint yon auld fail dyke
ON a time the amorous Silvy Said to her shepherd, 'Sweet, how… Kiss me this once and then God be… My sweetest dear! Kiss me this once and then God be…
AS ye came from the holy land Of Walsinghame, Met you not with my true love By the way as you came? How should I know your true love,
He. BE it right or wrong, these m… On women do complain; Affirming this, how that it is A labour spent in vain To love them wele; for never a del…
God, that art of myghtis most, Fader and Sone and Holy Gost, That bought man on Rode so dere, Shilde us from the fowle fende, That is about mannys sowle to shen…
At liberty I sit and see Them, that have erst laugh’d me to… Whipp’d with the whip that scourge… And now they ban that they were bo… I see them sit full soberly
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…
To the Red River Valley we are g… For to get us some trains and some… But if I had my say so about it, I’d still be at home in the sack. Come and sit by my side at the bri…
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,
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,
“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