A Busy Day The bluff March wind set out from home
Before the peep of day,But nobody seemed to be glad he had come,
When Flora Had O’erfret The Firth Quhen Flora had o'erfret the firth
In May of every moneth queen;Quhen merle and mavis singis with mirth
Waly, Waly O waly, waly, up the bank,
And waly, waly, doun the brae,And waly, waly, yon burn-side,
Two Rivers Says Tweed to Till-
‘What gars ye rin sae still?' Says Till to Tweed-
To Her Sea-faring Lover Shall I thus ever long, and be no whit the neare?
And shall I still complain to thee, the which me will not hear? Alas! say nay! say nay! and be no more so dumb,
Thomas The Rhymer True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank;
A ferlie he spied wi' his e'e;And there he saw a ladye bright
This World’s Joy Wynter wakeneth al my care,
Nou this leves waxeth bare;Ofte I sike ant mourne sare
There Is A Lady Sweet And Kind There is a Lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleased my mind;I did but see her passing by,
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 Wakening On a time the amorous Silvy
Said to her shepherd, ‘Sweet, how do ye?Kiss me this once and then God be with ye,
The Twa Corbies (scottish Version) As I was walking all alane
I heard twa corbies making a mane:The tane unto the tither did say,
The Three Ravens There were three ravens sat on a tree,
They were as black as they might be.
The Seven Virgins, A Carol All under the leaves and the leaves of life
I met with virgins seven,And one of them was Mary mild,
The Queen’s Marie Marie Hamilton 's to the kirk gane,
Wi' ribbons in her hair;The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton
The Old Cloak This winter's weather it waxeth cold,
And frost it freezeth on every hill,And Boreas blows his blast so bold
The Nut-brown Maid He. Be it right or wrong, these men among
On women do complain;Affirming this, how that it is
The New Jerusalem Jerusalem, my happy home,
When shall I come to thee?When shall my sorrows have an end,
The Lover In Winter Plaineth For The Spring O western wind, when wilt thou blow
That the small rain down can rain?Christ, that my love were in my arms
The Lass Of Lochroyan ‘O wha will shoe my bonny foot?
And wha will glove my hand?And wha will bind my middle jimp
The Faithless Shepherdess While that the sun with his beams hot
Scorchèd the fruits in vale and mountain,Philon the shepherd, late forgot,
The Dowie Houms Of Yarrow Late at een, drinkin' the wine,
And ere they paid the lawin',They set a combat them between,
The Call My blood so red
For thee was shed,Come home again, come home again;
The Bonny Earl Of Murray Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands,
O where hae ye been?They hae slain the Earl of Murray,
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
Tears Weep you no more, sad fountains;
What need you flow so fast?Look how the snowy mountains
Spring-tide Lenten ys come with love to toune,
With blosmen ant with briddes roune, That al this blisse bryngeth;
Sister, Awake! Sister, awake! close not your eyes!
The day her light discloses,And the bright morning doth arise
Sir Patrick Spens: 02 - The Return ‘Mak ready, mak ready, my merry men a'!
Our gude ship sails the morn.'‘Now ever alack, my master dear,
Sir Patrick Spens: 01 - The Sailing The king sits in Dunfermline town
Drinking the blude-red wine;‘O whare will I get a skeely skipper
Since First I Saw Your Face Since first I saw your face I resolved to honour and renown ye;
If now I be disdainèd I wish my heart had never known ye.What? I that loved and you that liked, shall we begin to wrangle?
Quia Amore Langueo In a valley of this restles mind
I sought in mountain and in mead,Trusting a true love for to find.
Preparations Yet if His Majesty, our sovereign lord,
Should of his own accordFriendly himself invite,
Pipe And Can I
Phyllida’s Love-call Phyllida. Corydon, arise, my Corydon!
Titan shineth clear.Corydon. Who is it that calleth Corydon?
Phillada Flouts Me O what a plague is love!
How shall I bear it?She will inconstant prove,
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
My Lady’s Tears I saw my Lady weep,
And Sorrow proud to be advancèd soIn those fair eyes where all perfections keep.
My Heart Is High Above My heart is high above, my body is full of bliss,
For I am set in luve as well as I would wissI luve my lady pure and she luvis me again,
May In The Green-wood In somer when the shawes be sheyne,
And leves be large and long,Hit is full merry in feyre foreste
Madrigal My Love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her;For every season she hath dressings fit,
Lusty May O Lusty May, with Flora queen!
The balmy dropis from Phoebus sheen Preluciand beams before the day:
Love Will Find Out The Way Over the mountains
And over the waves,Under the fountains
Love Not Me For Comely Grace Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,Nor for any outward part,
Icarus Love wing'd my Hopes and taught me how to fly
Far from base earth, but not to mount too high: For true pleasure
How Can The Heart Forget Her? At her fair hands how have I grace entreated
With prayers oft repeated!Yet still my love is thwarted:
Hey Nonny No! Hey nonny no!
Men are fools that wish to die!Is ‘t not fine to dance and sing
Helen Of Kirconnell I wish I were where Helen lies,
Night and day on me she cries;O that I were where Helen lies,
Fair Annie The reivers they stole Fair Annie,
As she walk'd by the sea;But a noble knight was her ransom soon,
Edward, Edward ‘Why does your brand sae drop wi' blude,
Edward, Edward?Why does your brand sae drop wi' blude,
Edom O’ Gordon It fell about the Martinmas,
When the wind blew shrill and cauld,Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,
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All The Hills And Vales Along by Charles Hamilton Sorley
All the hills and vales along
Earth is bursting into song,
And the singers are the chaps
Who are going to die perhaps.
O sing, marching men,
Till the valleys ring again.
Give your gladness to earth's keeping,
So be glad, when you are sleeping.
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