Christ, that my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!
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THIS ae nighte, this ae nighte,
Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,And Christe receive thy saule.When thou from hence away art past,–Every nighte and alle,To Whinny-muir thou com’st at last;And Christe receive thy saule.If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon,–Every nighte and alle,Sit thee down and put them on;And Christe receive thy saule.If hosen and shoon thou ne’er gav’st nane–Every nighte and…
O Death, O Death, rock me asleep,
Let pass my weary guiltless ghostOut of my careful breast.Toll on, thou passing bell;Ring out my doleful knell;Thy sound my death abroad will tell,For I must die,There is no remedy.My pains, my pains, who can express?Alas, they are so strong!My dolours will not suffer strengthMy life for to prolong.Toll on, thou passing bell;Ring out my…
I saw a young mother
And two little shadowsCame following after.Wherever she moved,They were always right thereHolding onto her skirts,Hanging onto her chair.Before her, behind her –An adhesive pair.‘Don’t you ever get wearyAs, day after day,your two little tagalongsGet in your way? ‘She smiled as she shookHer pretty young head,And I’ll always rememberThe words that she said.‘It’s good to have…
I want to go home,
I don’t want to go in the trenches no more,Where whizz-bangs and shrapnel they whistle and roar.Take me over the seaWhere the Alleyman can’t get at me.Oh my,I don’t want to die,I want to go home.
THERE WAS an old Fox
At the foot of a huge old tree;And of all the foxesThat ever did liveThere was none so bad as he.His step was soft,With his padded feet,But his claws were sharp beneath;And sharp were his eyes,And sharp were his ears,And sharp were his terrible teeth.And the dreariest placeYou ever did see,Was this old Fox’s den;It…
SINCE first I saw your face I resolved to honour and renown ye;
What? I that loved and you that liked, shall we begin to wrangle?No, no, no, my heart is fast, and cannot disentangle.If I admire or praise you too much, that fault you may forgive me;Or if my hands had stray’d but a touch, then justly might you leaveme.I ask’d you leave, you bade me love;…
Christ, that my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again!
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The sea hath many thousand sands,
The sky is full of stars, and LoveAs full of woes as any:Believe me, that do know the elf,And make no trial by thyself!It is in truth a pretty toyFor babes to play withal:But O, the honies of our youthAre oft our age’s gall:Self-proof in time will make thee knowHe was a prophet told thee…
Royal Charlie’s now awa,
Mony a heart will break in twa,Should he ne’er come back again.Will you no come back again?Will you no come back again?Better lo’ed you’ll never be,And will you no come back again?Mony a traitor ‘mang the islesBrak the band o’ nature’s law;Mony a traitor, wi’ his wiles,Sought to wear his life awa.Will he no come…
ICHOT a burde in boure bryht,
Menskful maiden of myht;Feir ant fre to fonde;In al this wurhliche wonA burde of blod ant of bonNever yete y nuste nonLussomore in londe.Blou northerne wynd!Send thou me my suetyng!Blou northerne wynd! blou, blou, blou!With lokkes lefliche ant longe,With frount ant face feir to fonge,With murthes monie mote heo monge,That brid so breme in boure.With…
‘Oh, you must answer my questions nine,
Or you’re not God’s, you’re one of mine,And you are the weaver’s bonny.’‘What is whiter than the milk?Sing ninety-nine and ninety,And what is softer than the silk?And you are the weaver’s bonny.’‘Snow is whiter than the milk,Sing ninety-nine and ninety,And down is softer than the silk,And I am the weaver’s bonny.’‘O what is higher than…
To refrain from gossip
To stand up for the absent personWho is being abused.It takes courageTo live honestlyWithin your means,And not dishonestlyOn the means of others.It takes courageTo be a real man or a true woman,To hold fast to your idealsWhen it causes youTo be looked uponAs strange and peculiar.It takes courageTo be talked about,And remain silent;When a word…
‘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…
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Christ, that my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!
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I have a gentil cock
he doth me risen earlymy matins for to stayI have a gentil cockcomen he is of greathis comb is of red coralhis tail is of jetI have a gentil cockcomen he is of kindhis comb is of red sorrelhis tail is of indehis legs be of azureso gentil and so smallhis spurs are of silver…
Is the house turned topsy-turvy?
Will the racket still continue,Spite of all your mild reproof?Are you often in a flutter?Are you sometimes thrilled with joy?Then I have my grave suspicionsThat you have at home–that Boy.Are your walls and tables hammered?Are your nerves and ink upset?Have two eyes, so bright and roguish,Made you every care forget?Have your garden beds a prowler,Who…
Christo paremus canticam,
When Cryst was born of Mary freIn Bedlem in that fayre cyté,Angellis songen with myrth and gle:In excelsis gloria.Herdmen beheld thes angellis bryght,To hem apperyd wyth gret lyght,And seyd: ‘Goddys Sone is born this nyght;In excelsis gloria.’A king ys comyn to save kynde,In the Scriptur as we fynde;Therfore this song have we in mynde:In excelsis…
If we knew when friends around us
Which among the lips that kiss usFirst would ‘neath the daisies lieWe would clasp our arms around themLooking on them through our tearsTender words of loving kindnessWe would whisper in their ears.
There’s an empty seat where the old folks meet,
And a look forlorn, for the dear one gone,As they gaze on his vacant chair.There’s a silent grief finds never relief,And a face whence the bloom has fled,And a maiden fair, in her beauty rare,Who weeps for her lover – dead.There’s a lonely grave, where a soldier brave,Lies asleep in the southern land,While a rusted…
The night is dark, and keen the air,
His parting word is one short prayer;O God, but give me Liberty!Farewell-farewell;Behind I leave the whips and chains,Before me spreads sweet Freedom’s plains.One star shines in the heavens above,That guides him on his lonely way;-Star of the North-how deep his loveFor thee, thou star of Liberty!Farewell-farewell;Behind he leaves the whips and chains,Before him spreads sweet…
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Christ, that my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again!
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This song is said to be sung by Slaves, as they are chained in gangs,
parents, husbands from wives, and brothers from sisters.See these poor souls from Africa,Transported to America:We are stolen, and sold to Georgia, will you go along with me?We are stolen and sold to Georgia, go sound the jubilee.See wives and husbands sold apart,The children’s screams!-it breaks my heart;There’s a better day a coming, will you go…
Feebly the bondman toiled,
Then to his wretched cotMournfully crept;How doth his free-born soulPine ‘neath his chain!Slavery! Slavery!Dark is thy reign.Long ere the break of day,Roused from repose,Wearily toilingTill after its close-Praying for freedom,He spends his last breath:Liberty! Liberty!Give me or death.When, when, O Lord! will rightTriumph o’er wrong?Tyrants oppress the weak,O Lord! how long?Hark! hark! a peal resoundsFrom…
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
For Jesus Christ our SaviourWas born upon this day,To save us all from Satan’s powerWhen we were gone astray.O tidings of comfort and joy,For Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas day.In Bethlehem in JuryThis blessed babe was born,And laid within a mangerUpon this blessed morn;The which his mother MaryNothing did take in scorn.O…
If I could frame for you in cunning words
You’d fancy, love, an orquestra of birdsUpon their quivering throats the dawn were bringing.Now in some wild, weird flush of melodyI’d feign the skylark, with his music siftingThe final films of nightshade from the lea,And all the waking world to heaven uplifting.Then, ere the lengthening liquid solo went–In skylark fashion–out of hearing o’er us,I’d mock…
I know that deep within your heart of hearts
And that my step, my voice, can bring to youA gladness that no other pleasure brings.And yet, dear love, through all the weary daysYou never speak one word of tenderness,Nor stroke my hair, nor softly clasp my handWithin your own in loving mute caress.You think, perhaps, I should be all contentTo know so well the…
Children of the glorious dead,
With her banner o’er you spread,On to victory.Not for stern ambition’s prize,Do our hopes and wishes rise;Lo, our leader from the skies,Bids us do or die.Ours is not the tented field-We no earthly weapons wield-Light and love, our sword and shield,Truth our panoply.This is proud oppression’s hour;Storms are round us; shall we cower?While beneath a…