O I forbid you, maidens a’, That wear gowd on your hair, To come or gae by Carterhaugh, For young Tam Lin is there. There’s nane that gaes by Carterh…

The following Epilogue to 'The Padlock’ was written by a very worthy Clergyman, soon after the first representation of that opera. The author of this little poem died in the Summer of 1...

‘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,

‘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,

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,

The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a… For you but not for me: And the little devils how they sin… For you but not for me. O death, where is thy sting-a-ling…

ALL under the leaves and the leav…    I met with virgins seven, And one of them was Mary mild,    Our Lord’s mother of Heaven. ‘O what are you seeking, you seven…

The time when first I fell in lov… Which now I must lament; The year wherein I lost such time To compass my content. The day wherein I saw too late

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…

The king sits in Dumferling toune… Drinking the blude-reid wine: “O whar will I get guid sailor, To sail this schip of mine?” Up and spak an eldern knicht,

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…

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,

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…

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