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Barbara Allan

© Anonymous

It was in and about the Martinmas time, When the green leaves were a falling,That Sir John Græme, in the West Country, Fell in love with Barbara Allan.

Ay Me, Ay Me, I Sigh the Scythe A-field

© Anonymous

Ay me, ay me, I sigh to see the scythe a-field; Down goeth the grass, soon wrought to wither'd hay:Ay me, alas! ay me, alas, that beauty needs must yield, And princes pass, as grass doth fade away.

At Liberty I Sit and See

© Anonymous

At liberty I sit and see Them, that have erst laugh'd me to scorn,Whipp'd with the whip that scourged me: And now they ban that they were born.

As I was so be Yee

© Anonymous

As I was so be yee,As I am yee shall be:That I gaue, that I haue,That I spent, that I had:Thus I end all my cost,That I left, that I lost.

As I Walked Out in the Streets of Laredo

© Anonymous

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,As I walked out in Laredo one day,I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen,Wrapped up in white linen and cold as the clay.

Alysoun

© Anonymous

An hendy hap ichabbe yhent; Ichot, from hevene it is me sent; From alle wymmen mi loue is lent, And lyght on Alysoun.

Al Nist by the Rose

© Anonymous

Al nist by the rose, rose,Al nist bi the rose I lay.Darf Ich noust the rose steleAnt yet Ich bar the flour away.

Adieu Vain World I've Seen Enough of Thee

© Anonymous

Cheltenham. This Stone is erected By the Voluntary Contribution of Servants To the Memory of WILLIAM DAVIS, who died in the service of Major Webber, August 21st, 1798, Aged 47 years.

Adam Lay Ibounden

© Anonymous

Adam lay ibounden,Bounden in a bond.Four thousand winterThoght he not too long.

Blue waves lap on the long low shore, And the dark clouds cast their quivering shade;The dancing launch leaps lightly before The heaving swell that the wind hath made;And over the rushes bending green, Reaching outward across the strandWe look to the beach so white and clean

The Old Timer

© Anderson Robert Thompson

Far, far across the rolling swale, I've watched the bison pass;I've seen the lonely prairie trail Wind thro' the rustling grass;I've felt the cool winds sweep the plain Where Nature's hand is free;But now they break o'er leagues of grain, Like ripples o'er the sea

Mosquitoes

© Anderson Robert Thompson

My eyes in slumber tightly close, Most welcome is the night's repose; No troubled thoughts my sleep condemn; And yet I hear the hum of 'M-- Mosquitoes.

Song of the Mine

Drift! Drift! Drift!From the early morn till night

The Prospector's Shanty

See yonder shanty on the hill;'Tis but an humble biggin',Some ten by six within the wa's--Your head may touch the riggin'--The door stands open to the south,The fire, outside the door;The logs are chinket close wi' fog--And nocht but mud the floor--A knife an' fork, a pewter plate,An' cup o' the same metal,A teaspoon an' a sugar bowl,A frying pan an' kettle;

The bakin' board hangs on the wa',Its purposes are twa-fold--For mixing bread wi' yeast or dough,Or panning oot the braw gold!A log or twa in place o' stools,A bed withoot a hangin',Are feckly a' the furnishin'sThis little house belangin';The laird and tenant o' this sty,I canna name it finer,Lives free an' easy as a lord,Tho' but an "honest miner

Letter No. 1

Dear Sawney,- I sit doon to writeA screed to you by candle light

Hard Luck

Last night I sat and watch'dBeside a comrade's bed--An' a' was still, within an' out,Save the watch-beat overhead;My thochts gaed back and fore,Frae now to "ould lang syne,"--Till a' resolved to this at last,"Was ever luck like mine?"

A voice then struck my ear--Sae weary an' sae wae--In words I couldna choose but hear,And "helpless," thrice did say;I mark'd the sufferer's face,Read pain in ilka line--A taunting spirit in me asked,"Was ever luck like thine?"

This touch'd me to the heart--I weaken'd richt awa--I couldna thole to see my caseCompared wi' his ava