IT fell on a day, and a bonnie si…    When green grew aits and barley… That there fell out a great disput…    Between Argyll and Airlie. Argyll has raised an hunder men,

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,

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…

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,

It takes strength to be firm, it t… It takes strength to conquer, it t… It takes strength to be certain, i… It takes strength to fit in, it ta… It takes strength to feel a friend…

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…

AS I was walking all alane I heard twa corbies making a mane: The tane unto the tither did say, ‘Whar sall we gang and dine the da… ‘—In behint yon auld fail dyke

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

I SING of a maiden    That is makeles; King of all kings    To her son she ches. He came al so still

THERE were twa sisters sat in a…    Binnorie, O Binnorie! There cam a knight to be their woo…    By the bonnie milldams o’ Binn… He courted the eldest with glove a…

ICHOT a burde in boure bryht, That fully semly is on syht, Menskful maiden of myht;    Feir ant fre to fonde; In al this wurhliche won

A MAID, I dare not tell her nam… For fear I should disgrace her, Tempted a young man for to come One night for to embrace her. When at the door he made a stop, h…

MY blood so red    For thee was shed, Come home again, come home again; My own sweet heart, come home agai…    You’ve gone astray

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…

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,