QUHEN Flora had o’erfret the fi…    In May of every moneth queen; Quhen merle and mavis singis with…    Sweet melling in the shawis she…    Quhen all luvaris rejoicit bene

LESTENYT, lordynges, both elde… How this rose began to sprynge; Swych a rose to myn lykynge    In al this word ne knowe I non… The Aungil came fro hevene tour,

‘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,

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,

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,

We redeth oft and findeth ywrite - And this clerkes wele it wite - Layes that ben in harping Ben yfounde of ferli thing. Sum bethe of wer and sum of wo,

I have a gentil cock croweth me day he doth me risen early my matins for to stay I have a gentil cock

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…

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,

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…

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,

Lend a hand to one another In the daily toil of life; When we meet a weaker brother, Let us help him in the strife. There is none so rich but may,

TWAS the night after Christmas,… Not a creature was stirring—except… The stockings were flung in haste… For hopes of St. Nicholas were no… The children were restlessly tossi…

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…

SUMER is icumen in,    Lhude sing cuccu! Groweth sed, and bloweth med,    And springth the wude nu—    Sing cuccu!