’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…
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,
MY heart is high above, my body i… For I am set in luve as well as I… I luve my lady pure and she luvis… I am her serviture, she is my sove… She is my very heart, I am her ho…
‘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,
I wish I were where Helen lies; Night and day on me she cries; Oh that I were where Helen lies On fair Kirconnell lea! Curst be the heart that thought th…
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…
IT fell about the Martinmas, When the wind blew shrill and c… Said Edom o’ Gordon to his men, 'We maun draw to a hauld. ‘And what a hauld sall we draw to,
O Death, O Death, rock me asleep… Bring me to quiet rest; Let pass my weary guiltless ghost Out of my careful breast. Toll on, thou passing bell;
MARIE HAMILTON 's to the kir… Wi’ ribbons in her hair; The King thought mair o’ Marie H… Than ony that were there. Marie Hamilton 's to the kirk gan…
Said Santa Claus One winter’s night, ‘I really think it’s only right That gifts should have a little sa… ‘Bout where they’ll be on Chris…
BALOW, my babe, lie still and sl… It grieves me sore to see thee wee… Wouldst thou be quiet I’se be gla… Thy mourning makes my sorrow sad: Balow my boy, thy mother’s joy,
OVER the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves; Under floods that are deepest,
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,
Have you ever heard the torrent of… As it curses it’s way to Vitipura… Through rapids vitriolic and catar… To it’s final foul mutterings in…
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…