Late at e’en, drinking the wine, And ere they paid the lawing, They set a combat them between, To fight it in the dawing. ‘What though ye be my sister’s lor…

The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a… For you but not for me: And the little devils how they sin… For you but not for me. O death, where is thy sting-a-ling…

O Burr, O Burr, what hast though… Thou hast shooted dead great Hami… You hid behind a bunch of thistle, And shooted him dead with a great… Caption on a wax tableau of Vice…

THIS ae nighte, this ae nighte,    —Every nighte and alle, Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,    And Christe receive thy saule. When thou from hence away art past…

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,

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,

Nerve thy soul with doctrines nobl… Noble in the walks of time, Time that leads to an eternal, An eternal life sublime. Life sublime in moral beauty,

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,

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

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…

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…

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,

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)

HEY nonny no! Men are fools that wish to die! Is ‘t not fine to dance and sing When the bells of death do ring? Is ’t not fine to swim in wine,

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,