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

I know a funny little man, As quiet as a mouse, Who does the mischief that is done In everybody’s house. There’s no one ever sees his face,

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…

Whan bells war rung, an mass was s… A wat a’ man to bed were gone, Clark Sanders came to Margret’s w… With mony a sad sigh and groan. “Are ye sleeping, Margret,” he sa…

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…

“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,

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…

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,

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…

O MY deir hert, young Jesus swei… Prepare thy creddil in my spreit, And I sall rock thee in my hert And never mair from thee depart. But I sall praise thee evermoir

O WHAT a plague is love!    How shall I bear it? She will inconstant prove,    I greatly fear it. She so torments my mind

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…

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…

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

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…