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…

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,

When you startle awake in the dark… heart pounding breathing fast sitting bolt upright staring into dark whirlpool black hole feeling its suction

OVER the mountains    And over the waves, Under the fountains    And under the graves; Under floods that are deepest,

‘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?

Lysteneth, lordinges, gente and fr… Ich wille you telle of Sire Degar… Knightes that were sometyme in lon… Ferli fele wolde fonde And sechen aventures bi night and…

(From The Point of View, U.S.,… “THE LOVE I bear you, dearest, Would make the sweetest tale, We’d sail upon a sea of bliss, And I would lift the sail.

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…

She sat down below a thorn, Fine flowers in the valley; And there she has her sweet babe b… And the green leaves they grow rar… ‘Smile na sae sweet, my bonnie bab…

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under… A time to be born, a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to plu… A time to kill, and a time to heal…

SINCE first I saw your face I r… If now I be disdained I wish my h… What? I that loved and you that l… No, no, no, my heart is fast, and… If I admire or praise you too muc…

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…

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,

Westron wind, when wilt thou blow That small rain down can rain? Christ, that my love were in my ar… And I in my bed again!

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…