Through rapids vitriolic and cataracts obtuse
To it’s final foul mutterings in The Bay of Catcalls
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The wintry blast was fierce and cold,
Her little brother by her sideShivered and pitifully cried.‘Come underneath my coat,’ said she,‘And see how snug and warm you’ll be.’The brother answered, nothing loth,‘But is it big enough for both?’‘Yes,’ said the girl, with cheery wit;‘I’ll stretch it out a little bit.’Ah, brothers, sisters, where the mindIs bent upon an action kind,What though the…
The king sits in Dumferling toune,
‘O whar will I get guid sailor,To sail this schip of mine?’Up and spak an eldern knicht,Sat at the kings richt kne:‘Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailorThat sails upon the se.’The king has written a braid letter,And signd it wi his hand,And sent it to Sir Patrick Spence,Was walking on the sand.The first line…
MY Love in her attire doth show her wit,
For every season she hath dressings fit,For Winter, Spring, and Summer.No beauty she doth missWhen all her robes are on:But Beauty’s self she isWhen all her robes are gone.
ON a time the amorous Silvy
Kiss me this once and then God be with ye,My sweetest dear!Kiss me this once and then God be with ye,For now the morning draweth near.’With that, her fairest bosom showing,Op’ning her lips, rich perfumes blowing,She said, ‘Now kiss me and be going,My sweetest dear!Kiss me this once and then be going,For now the morning…
IT fell on a day, and a bonnie simmer day,
That there fell out a great disputeBetween Argyll and Airlie.Argyll has raised an hunder men,An hunder harness’d rarely,And he ‘s awa’ by the back of Dunkell,To plunder the castle of Airlie.Lady Ogilvie looks o’er her bower-window,And O but she looks warely!And there she spied the great Argyll,Come to plunder the bonnie house of Airlie.‘Come down,…
Lysteneth, lordinges, gente and fre,
Knightes that were sometyme in londeFerli fele wolde fondeAnd sechen aventures bi night and dai,Hou thai mighte here strengthe asai;So dede a knyght, Sire Degarree:Ich wille you telle wat man was he.In Litel Bretaygne was a kyngOf gret poer in all thing,Stif in armes under sscheld,And mochel idouted in the feld.Ther nas no man, verraiment,That…