Moo, moo, brown cow Have you any milk? Yes miss, three jugs smooth as sil… One for you, And one for me,

YET if His Majesty, our sovereig… Should of his own accord Friendly himself invite, And say 'I’ll be your guest to-mo… How should we stir ourselves, call…

The falcon soars The town’s gates are even higher Angelica’s their doorkeeper She’s wound the sun round her head She’s tied the moon round her wais…

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!

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,

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…

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…

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

O Death, O Death, rock me asleep… Bring me to quiet rest; Let pass my weary guiltless ghost Out of my careful breast. Toll on, thou passing bell;

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

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…

LENTEN ys come with love to tou… With blosmen ant with briddes roun…    That al this blisse bryngeth; Dayes-eyes in this dales, Notes suete of nyhtegales,

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

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,

Jhesu Cryste, yn Trynyté, Oonly God and persons thre, Graunt us wele to spede, And gyf us grace so to do That we may come thy blys unto,