Said Santa Claus One winter’s night, ‘€˜I really think it’s only right That gifts should have a little sa… ‘€˜Bout where they’ll be on Chris…

If you evah go to Houston, You better walk right; You better not gamble And you better not fight. T. Bentley will arrest you,

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

WYNTER wakeneth al my care, Nou this leves waxeth bare; Ofte I sike ant mourne sare    When hit cometh in my thoht    Of this worldes joie, hou hit g…

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…

I eat my peas with honey; I’ve done it all my life. It makes the peas taste funny, But it keeps them on the knife.

FAIN would I change that note To which fond Love hath charm’d m… Long, long to sing by rote, Fancying that that harm’d me: Yet when this thought doth come,

As I was walking all alane I heard twa corbies making a mane; The tane unto the t’other say, “Where sall we gang and dine to-da… “—In behint yon auld fail dyke,

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,

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,

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…

There is a Miracle called Friends… that dwells within the heart and you don’t know how it happens or when it even starts. But the happiness it brings you

SAYS Tweed to Till— ‘What gars ye rin sae still?’    Says Till to Tweed— ‘Though ye rin with speed    And I rin slaw,

‘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,

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...