There is a tavern in the town, in the town,

My father marr{.e}d the ae warst womanThe wardle did ever see.‘For she has made me the lailly wormThat lays att the fitt of the tree,An o my sister MeassryThe machrel of the sea.‘An every Saterday att noonThe machrl comes to me,An she takes my layl{.e} head,An lays it on her knee,An keames it we a…

Of Litell Johnn, that was the knighes man,Goode myrth ye shall here.It was upon a mery dayThat yonge men wolde go shete;Lytell Johnn fet his bowe anone,And sayde he wolde them mete.Thre tymes Litell Johnn shet aboute,And alwey he slet the wande;The proud sherif of NotinghamBy the marks can stande.The sherif swore a full greate…

No doubt many prayers to thee seem strange,But won’t you bless this cattle range?Bless the round-up year by yearAnd don’t forget the growing steer;Water the land with brooks and rillsFor my cattle that roam a thousand hills.Now, O Lord, won’t you be goodAnd give our livestock plenty of food;And to avert a winter’s woeGive Italian…

While every gentle tongue rejoices,And each bold heart is filled with cheer;The slave has seen the Northern star,He’ll soon be free, hurrah, hurrah!Though many still are writhing underThe cruel whips of ‘chevaliers,’Who mothers from their children sunder,And scourge them for their helpless tears-Their safe deliverance is not far!The day draws nigh!-hurrah, hurrah!Just ere the dawn…

Then through the soft web of a wee red sockShe wove the bright wool, musing thoughtfully:‘Can this be all? The outside world so fair,I hunger for its green and pleasant ways;A cripple prisoned in her restless chairLooks from her window with a wistful gaze.‘The fruits I cannot reach are red and sweet,The paths forbidden are…

For eu’ry season she hath dressings fitt,For Winter, Spring, and Summer.No Beautie shee doth misse,When all her Robes are on:But Beauties selfe shee is,When all her Robes are gone.