King of all kings
To her son she ches.
He came al so still
There his mother was,
As dew in April
That falleth on the grass.
He came al so still
To his mother’s bour,
As dew in April
That falleth on the flour.
He came al so still
There his mother lay,
As dew in April
That falleth on the spray.
Mother and maiden
Was never none but she;
Well may such a lady
Goddes mother be.
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THERE is a Lady sweet and kind,
I did but see her passing by,And yet I love her till I die.Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles,Beguiles my heart, I know not why,And yet I love her till I die.Cupid is winged and doth range,Her country so my love doth change:But change she earth, or change she…
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‘WHY does your brand sae drop wi’ blude,
Why does your brand sae drop wi’ blude,And why sae sad gang ye, O?’‘O I hae kill’d my hawk sae gude,Mither, mither;O I hae kill’d my hawk sae gude,And I had nae mair but he, O.’‘Your hawk’s blude was never sae red,Edward, Edward;Your hawk’s blude was never sae red,My dear son, I tell thee, O.’‘O…
O MY deir hert, young Jesus sweit,
And I sall rock thee in my hertAnd never mair from thee depart.But I sall praise thee evermoirWith sangis sweit unto thy gloir;The knees of my hert sall I bow,And sing that richt Balulalow!
He. BE it right or wrong, these men among
Affirming this, how that it isA labour spent in vainTo love them wele; for never a deleThey love a man again:For let a man do what he canTheir favour to attain,Yet if a new to them pursue,Their first true lover thanLaboureth for naught; for from her thoughtHe is a banished man.She. I say not nay,…
King of all kings
To her son she ches.
He came al so still
There his mother was,
As dew in April
That falleth on the grass.
He came al so still
To his mother’s bour,
As dew in April,
That falleth on the flour.
He came al so still
There his mother lay,
As dew in April
That falleth on the spray.
Mother and maiden
Was never none but she;
Well may such a lady
Goddes mother be.
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THEN from the moorland, by misty crags,
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THEN the baleful fiend its fire belched out,
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