HIERUSALEM, my happy home,    When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end,    Thy joys when shall I see? O happy harbour of the Saints!

Legs I have got, yet seldom do I… I backbite many, yet I never talk… In secret places most I seek to h… For he who feeds me never can abid…

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;

OVER the mountains    And over the waves, Under the fountains    And under the graves; Under floods that are deepest,

WYNTER wakeneth al my care, Nou this leves waxeth bare; Ofte I sike ant mourne sare    When hit cometh in my thoht    Of this worldes joie, hou hit g…

THERE lived a wife at Usher’s w…    And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart s…    And sent them o’er the sea. They hadna been a week from her,

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…

There is a Miracle called Friends… that dwells within the heart and you don’t know how it happens or when it even starts. But the happiness it brings you

At liberty I sit and see Them, that have erst laugh’d me to… Whipp’d with the whip that scourge… And now they ban that they were bo… I see them sit full soberly

‘Oh, you must answer my questions… Sing ninety-nine and ninety, Or you’re not God’s, you’re one o… And you are the weaver’s bonny.’ ‘What is whiter than the milk?

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…

THIS winter’s weather it waxeth…    And frost it freezeth on every… And Boreas blows his blast so bol…    That all our cattle are like to… Bell, my wife, she loves no strife…

“The wind doth blow today, my love… And a few small drops of rain; I never had but one true-love, In cold grave she was lain. ”I’ll do as much for my true-love

SINCE first I saw your face I r… If now I be disdained I wish my h… What? I that loved and you that l… No, no, no, my heart is fast, and… If I admire or praise you too muc…

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…