Ich am of Irlaunde,

Sae dois the lads of Mirry-land toune,Quhan they play at the ba’.Than out and cam the Jewis dochter,Said, ‘Will ye cum in and dine?’‘I winnae cum in, I cannae cum in,Without my play-feres nine.’Scho powd an apple reid and white,To intice the zong thing in:Scho powd an apple white and reid,And that the sweit bairne…

Of fele feyztyng folk ferly we fynde;The Turnament of Totenham have we in mynde;It were harme sych hardynes were holden byhynde,In story as we redeOf Hawkyn, of Herry,Of Tomkyn, of Terry,Of them that were dughtyAnd stalworth in dede.It befel in Totenham on a dere day,Ther was mad a shurtyng be the hyway;Theder com al the…

There was fifty thousand HielanmenA-marching to Harlaw.As I cam on, an farther on,An doun and by Balquhain,Oh there I met Sir James the Rose,Wi him Sir John the Gryme.‘O cam ye frae the Hielands, man,An cam ye a’ the wey?Saw ye Macdonell an his men,As they cam frae the Skee?’‘Yes, me cam frae ta Hielands,…

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 richtBalulalow!

eternal, almighty, on the eighth day,Healer, called, heaven’s ward;so at the same time singing praisescountless folk begin the year,for the awaited time comes to town,the first month, famous January.Five nights later the Lord’s baptism,and eternal God’s epiphany comes;the twelve-days’ time to blessed men known,by us in Britain called Twelfthnight.Four weeks later February falls,Sol-month brighter settles…

Unto the flour of port in womanhedeI write, as he that non intelligenceOf metres hath, ne floures of sentence;Sauf that me list my writing to convey,In that I can to please her hygh nobley.The blosmes fresshe of Tullius garden sootePresent thaim not, my mater for to borne:Poemes of Virgil taken here no rote,Ne crafte of…