‘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,
I want to go home, I want to go home, I don’t want to go in the trenches… Where whizz-bangs and shrapnel the… Take me over the sea
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…
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?
MARTIAL, the things that do att… The happy life be these, I fin… The richesse left, not got with pa… The fruitful ground, the quiet… The equal friend; no grudge, no st…
’Twas the night after Christmas,… Not a creature was stirring’exce… The stockings were flung in haste… For hopes of St. Nicholas were no… The children were restlessly tossi…
AS ye came from the holy land Of Walsinghame, Met you not with my true love By the way as you came? How should I know your true love,
There is a Lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die. Her gesture, motion, and her smile…
WEEP you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heaven’s sun doth gently waste! But my Sun’s heavenly eyes
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…
IN a valley of this restles mind I sought in mountain and in mead, Trusting a true love for to find. Upon an hill then took I heed; A voice I heard (and near I yede)
SUMER is icumen in, Lhude sing cuccu! Groweth sed, and bloweth med, And springth the wude nu— Sing cuccu!
The wintry blast was fierce and co… And the lassie’s coat was thin and… Her little brother by her side Shivered and pitifully cried. ‘Come underneath my coat,’ said sh…
Two sticks and an apple, Ring the bells at Whitechapel. Old Father Bald Pate, Ring the bells Aldgate. Maids in white aprons,
YE Highlands and ye Lawlands, O where hae ye been? They hae slain the Earl of Murray… And hae laid him on the green. Now wae be to thee, Huntley!