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…

SHALL I thus ever long, and be… And shall I still complain to the…    Alas! say nay! say nay! and be… But open thou thy manly mouth and…    Whereby my heart may think, alt…

‘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,

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

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…

“If all the world were paper And all the sea were ink, If all the trees were bread and ch… What would we do for drink? If all the world were sand O,

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…

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 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…

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,

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 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

SISTER, awake! close not your e…    The day her light discloses, And the bright morning doth arise    Out of her bed of roses. See the clear sun, the world’s bri…

‘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,