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 HAPPY dames! that may embrace The fruit of your delight, Help to bewail the woful case And eke the heavy plight Of me, that wonted to rejoice
Westron wind, when wilt thou blow That small rain down can rain? Christ, that my love were in my ar… And I in my bed again!
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…
To the Red River Valley we are g… For to get us some trains and some… But if I had my say so about it, I’d still be at home in the sack. Come and sit by my side at the bri…
As I was walking one morning in s… I heard a fair maiden most charmin… All under her cow, as she sat a-mi… Saying, I shall be married, next… You fairest of all creatures, my e…
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…
There once was a man from Nantuck… Who kept all of his cash in a buck… But his daughter, named Nan, Ran away with a man And as for the bucket, Nan took i…
SAYS Tweed to Till— ‘What gars ye rin sae still?’ Says Till to Tweed— ‘Though ye rin with speed And I rin slaw,
MY Love in her attire doth show h… It doth so well become her; For every season she hath dressing… For Winter, Spring, and Summe… No beauty she doth miss
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,
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…
When things go wrong, as they some… When the road you’re trudging seem… When the funds are low and the deb… And you want to smile but you have… When care is pressing you down a b…
A lthough things are not perfect B ecause of trial or pain C ontinue in thanksgiving D o not begin to blame E ven when the times are hard
I SING of a maiden That is makeles; King of all kings To her son she ches. He came al so still