MY heart is high above, my body i… For I am set in luve as well as I… I luve my lady pure and she luvis… I am her serviture, she is my sove… She is my very heart, I am her ho…

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!

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…

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…

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…

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,

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…

IN somer when the shawes be sheyn…    And leves be large and long, Hit is full merry in feyre foreste    To here the foulys song. To se the dere draw to the dale

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,

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,

BYTUENE Mershe ant Averil    When spray biginneth to spring, The lutel foul hath hire wyl    On hyre lud to synge: Ich libbe in love-longinge

When you startle awake in the dark… heart pounding breathing fast sitting bolt upright staring into dark whirlpool black hole feeling its suction

I WISH I were where Helen lies,    Night and day on me she cries; O that I were where Helen lies,    On fair Kirconnell lea! Curst be the heart that thought th…

‘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