LOVE not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for a constant heart:    For these may fail or turn to i…

SAYS Tweed to Till— ‘What gars ye rin sae still?’    Says Till to Tweed— ‘Though ye rin with speed    And I rin slaw,

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

“If all the world were paper And all the sea were ink, If all the trees were bread and ch… What would we do for drink? If all the world were sand O,

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,

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 Indian weed withered quite; Green at morn, cut down at night; Shows thy decay: all flesh is hay:    Thus think, then drink Tobacco… And when the smoke ascends on high…

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

All night I muse, all day I cry, Ay me! Yet still I wish, though still de… Ay me! I sigh, I mourn, and say that sti…

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...

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…

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.

Frankie and Johnnie were lovers, O, my Gawd, how they could love, They swore to be true to each othe… As true as the stars above; He was her man, but he done her wr…

My dress is silent when I tread t… Or stay at home or stir upon the w… Sometimes my trappings and the lof… Raise me above the dwelling-place… And then the power of clouds carri…

‘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,