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Eternal Time, that Wastest Without Waste
© Anonymous
Eternal Time, that wastest without waste, That art and art not, diest, and livest still;Most slow of all, and yet of greatest haste; Both ill and good, and neither good nor ill: How can I justly praise thee, or dispraise? Dark are thy nights, but bright and clear thy days
Erthe Toc of Erthe, Erthe wyth Woh
© Anonymous
Erthe toc of erthe, erthe wyth woh.Erthe other erthe to the erthe droh.Erthe leyde erthe in erthene throh.Tho heuede erthe of erthe erthe ynoh.
Edom o' Gordon
© Anonymous
It fell about the Martinmas, When the wind blew shrill and cauld,Said Edom o' Gordon to his men, 'We maun draw to a hauld.
Down in the Valley
© Anonymous
Down in the valley,The valley so low,Hang your head over,Hear the wind blow.
The Douglas Tragedy
© Anonymous
."Rise up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas,." she says, ."And put on your armour so bright;Let it never be said that a daughter of thine Was married to a lord under night.
The Djinns
© Anonymous
Town, tower. Shore, deep, Where lower Cliffs steep; Waves gray. Where play Winds gay, -- All sleep.
Clerk Saunders
© Anonymous
Whan bells war rung, an mass was sung, A wat a' man to bed were gone,Clark Sanders came to Margret's window, With mony a sad sigh and groan.
The Braes of Yarrow
© Anonymous
Late at e'en, drinking the wine, And ere they paid the lawing,They set a combat them between, To fight it in the dawing.
A Book and a Jug and a Dame
© Anonymous
A book and a jug and a dame,And a nice cozy nook for the same; "And I don't care a damn," Said Omar Khayyam,"What you say, it's a great little game."
Bonnie James Campbell
© Anonymous
Hie upon Hielands, and laigh upon Tay,Bonnie George Campbell rode out on a day.
Blow, Northerne Wind
© Anonymous
Blow, northerne wynd, Send thou me my suetyng! Blow, northerne wynd, Blou, blou, blou!
The Bells of Hell
© Anonymous
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-lingFor you but not for me:And the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-lingFor you but not for me
Beauty Sat Bathing by a Spring
© Anonymous
Beauty sat bathing by a spring, Where fairest shades did hide her;The winds blew calm, the birds did sing, The cool streams ran beside her
Be Kind to Your Web-footed Friends
© Anonymous
Be kind to your web-footed friendsFor a duck may be somebody's motherBe kind to your friends in the swampWhere the weather is very cold and dampYou may think that this is the endWell, it's not, because there's one more chorusBe kind to your friends in the swampWhere the weather is very cold and damp
