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…
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,
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.
HERE lies a poor woman who was a… She lived in a house where help wa… Her last words on earth were: 'De… To where there’s no cooking, or wa… For everything there is exact to m…
“Oh where ha’e ye been, Lord Rand… And where ha’e ye been, my handsom… “I ha’e been to the wild wood: mot… For I’m wearied wi’ hunting, and… “An wha met ye there, Lord Randal…
‘O WHA will shoe my bonny foot? And wha will glove my hand? And wha will bind my middle jimp Wi’ a lang, lang linen band? ‘O wha will kame my yellow hair,
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…
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…
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,
IT fell on a day, and a bonnie si… When green grew aits and barley… That there fell out a great disput… Between Argyll and Airlie. Argyll has raised an hunder men,
The following Epilogue to “The Padlock” was written by a very worthy Clergyman, soon after the first representation of that opera. The author of this little poem died in the Summer of 1...
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…
BYTUENE Mershe ant Averil When spray biginneth to spring, The lutel foul hath hire wyl On hyre lud to synge: Ich libbe in love-longinge
Nerve thy soul with doctrines nobl… Noble in the walks of time, Time that leads to an eternal, An eternal life sublime. Life sublime in moral beauty,
Legs I have got, yet seldom do I… I backbite many, yet I never talk… In secret places most I seek to h… For he who feeds me never can abid…