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…
Royal Charlie’s now awa, Safely owre the friendly main; Mony a heart will break in twa, Should he ne’er come back again. Will you no come back again?
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…
(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.
She’ll be comin’ round the mountai… When she comes. She’ll be comin’ round the mountai… When she comes. She’ll be comin’ round the mountai…
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 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…
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…
When you startle awake in the dark… heart pounding breathing fast sitting bolt upright staring into dark whirlpool black hole feeling its suction
LATE at een, drinkin’ the wine, And ere they paid the lawin’, They set a combat them between, To fight it in the dawin’. ‘O stay at hame, my noble lord!
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,
I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, Mom, So I drank soda instead. I really felt proud inside, Mom,
YET if His Majesty, our sovereig… Should of his own accord Friendly himself invite, And say 'I’ll be your guest to-mo… How should we stir ourselves, call…
The time when first I fell in lov… Which now I must lament; The year wherein I lost such time To compass my content. The day wherein I saw too late
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,
