Twa Corbies As I was walking all alane
I heard twa corbies making a mane;
The tane unto the t'other say,
Midnight Special If you evah go to Houston,
You better walk right; You better not gamble
The Wakening, John Attye's First Book Of Airs ON a time the amorous Silvy
Said to her shepherd, 'Sweet, how do ye? Kiss me this once and then God be with ye,
Old English Riddle My dress is silent when I tread the ground
Or stay at home or stir upon the waters.
Sometimes my trappings and the lofty air
Lord Randall "Oh where ha'e ye been, Lord Randall, my son!
And where ha'e ye been, my handsome young man!"
"I ha'e been to the wild wood: mother, make my bed soon,
She'll Be Comin' Round The Mountain She'll be comin' round the mountain,
When she comes. She'll be comin' round the mountain,
The Means To Attain Happy Life MARTIAL, the things that do attain
The happy life be these, I find:-- The richesse left, not got with pain;
Godfrey Gordon Godfrey Gordon Gustuvus Gore
The boy who'd never shut the door
His Father would Plead and mother implore
The Bells Of Hell The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me: And the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-ling
Will He No Come Back Again? Royal Charlie's now awa,
Safely owre the friendly main;
Mony a heart will break in twa,
Soldiers Who Wish To Be A Hero Soldiers who wish to be a hero
Are practically zero. But those who wish to be civilians,
London Bells Two sticks and an apple,
Ring the bells at Whitechapel.
I Don't Want To Die I want to go home,
I want to go home, I don't want to go in the trenches no more,
Angelica The Doorkeeper The falcon soars
The town's gates are even higher
Tears, John Dowland's Third And Last Book Of Songs Or Airs WEEP you no more, sad fountains;
What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains
Two Little Shadows I saw a young mother
With eyes full of laughter
And two little shadows
Of A Rose, A Lovely Rose, Of A Rose Is Al Myn Song. LESTENYT, lordynges, both elde and yinge,
How this rose began to sprynge; Swych a rose to myn lykynge
Sir Patrick Spence The king sits in Dumferling toune,
Drinking the blude-reid wine:
"O whar will I get guid sailor,
Advice To A Lover The sea hath many thousand sands,
The sun hath motes as many;
The sky is full of stars, and Love
Westron Wind, When Wilt Thou Blow? Westron wind, when wilt thou blow
That small rain down can rain?
Christ, that my love were in my arms,
Love Not Me For Comely Grace, John Wilbye's Second Set Of Madrigals LOVE not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part,
The Creation Of The Moon The man cut his throat and left his head there.
The others went to get it.
When they got there they put the head in a sack.
The Time When I First Fell In Love The time when first I fell in love,
Which now I must lament;
The year wherein I lost such time
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, a time to die;
Fair Helen I wish I were where Helen lies;
Night and day on me she cries; Oh that I were where Helen lies
At Liberty I Sit And See At liberty I sit and see
Them, that have erst laugh'd me to scorn,
Whipp'd with the whip that scourged me:
The Braes O'yarrow Late at e'en, drinking the wine,
And ere they paid the lawing,
They set a combat them between,
Death Of An Innocent I went to a party, Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
Riddle A moth, I thogh, munching a word.
How marvellously weird! a worm
Digesting a mans sayings -
My Friend Judge Not Me My friend iudge not me,
Thou seest I iudge not thee: Betwixt the stirrop and the ground,
Sister, Awake!, Thomas Bateson's First Set Of English Madrigals SISTER, awake! close not your eyes!
The day her light discloses, And the bright morning doth arise
O Burr O Burr, O Burr, what hast though done?
Thou hast shooted dead great Hamilton. You hid behind a bunch of thistle,
The Twa Corbies AS I was walking all alane
I heard twa corbies making a mane: The tane unto the tither did say,
The Wife Of Usher's Well THERE lived a wife at Usher's well,
And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons,
The Rain Rain on the green grass,
And rain on the tree,
And rain on the house top,
Devotion, Captain Tobias Hume's The First Part Of Airs, &c. FAIN would I change that note
To which fond Love hath charm'd me Long, long to sing by rote,
Frankie And Johnnie Frankie and Johnnie were lovers,
O, my Gawd, how they could love, They swore to be true to each other,
Phyllida's Love-call Phyllida. CORYDON, arise, my Corydon!
Titan shineth clear. Corydon. Who is it that calleth Corydon?
To A Nun Please God, forsake your water and dry bread,
And fling the bitter cress you eat aside.Put by your rosary. In Mary's name leave chanting creeds
The Now Jerusalem, Song Of Mary The Mother Of Christ (london: E. Allde) HIERUSALEM, my happy home,
When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end,
Edom O'gordon It fell about the Martinmas,
When the wind blew shrill and cauld,Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,
Complaint Of The Absence Of Her Lover Being Upon The Sea O HAPPY dames! that may embrace
The fruit of your delight, Help to bewail the woful case
The Bonnie House O' Airlie IT fell on a day, and a bonnie simmer day,
When green grew aits and barley, That there fell out a great dispute
The Queen's Marie MARIE HAMILTON 's to the kirk gane,
Wi' ribbons in her hair; The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton
This World's Joy WYNTER wakeneth al my care,
Nou this leves waxeth bare; Ofte I sike ant mourne sare
It Takes Courage It takes strength to conquer, it takes courage to surrender.
It takes strength to be certain, it takes courage to have doubt. It takes strength to fit in, it takes courage to stand out.
Since First I Saw Your Face, Thomas Ford's Music Of Sundry Kinds SINCE first I saw your face I resolved to honour and renown ye;
If now I be disdained I wish my heart had never known ye. What? I that loved and you that liked, shall we begin to wrangle?
God And The Soldier God and the soldier
All men adoreIn time of trouble,
A Riddle Legs I have got, yet seldom do I walk;
I backbite many, yet I never talk:In secret places most I seek to hide me,
The Seven Virgins ALL under the leaves and the leaves of life
I met with virgins seven, And one of them was Mary mild,
Total 203 poems written by Anonymous