The Battle Of Otterburn (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
It feel about the Lammas tide,When the muir-men win their hay,The doughty Douglas bound him to rideInto England, to drive ...
It feel about the Lammas tide,When the muir-men win their hay,The doughty Douglas bound him to rideInto England, to drive ...
It fell about the Lammas tide,When the muir-men win their hay,The doughty Douglas bound him to rideInto England, to drive ...
You beauteous ladyes, great and small,I write unto you one and all,Whereby that you may understandWhat I have suffered in ...
Marke well my heavy, dolefull tale,You loyall lovers all,And heedfully beare in your brestA gallant ladyes fall.Long was she wooed, ...
O waly, waly, my gay goss-hawk,Gin your feathering be sheen!"And waly, waly, my master dear,Gin ye look pale and lean!"O ...
As it fell out on a highe holye daye,As many bee in the yeare,When young men and maides together do ...
Let the mayors daughter of Lin, God wott,He chose her to his wife,And thought with her to have lived in ...
Of Brutus' blood, in Brittaine borne, King Arthur I am to name;Through Christendome and Heathynesse Well knowne is ...
Will you hear a Spanish lady,How shee wooed an English man?Garments gay as rich as may be,Decked with jewels she ...
Glasgerion was a kings owne sonne, And a harper he was goode;He harped in the kings chambere,Where cuppe and caudle ...
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank;A ferlie he spied wi' his ee;And there he saw a lady bright,Come riding down ...
As it fell out on a long summer's day, Two lovers they sat on a hill;They sat together that long ...
We met at night in the season's hight,Mid revel and mirth and song.I looked in your eye with a mute, ...
The Muse said, Let us sing a little songWherein no hint of wrong,No echo of the great world need, or ...
A SINGER was born in a land of gold, In the time of the long ago And the good fairies ...
The courts of love are fair to see Built of shining masonryQuaintly carved in olden day ...
Air — "In Lonely Wilds."Oh! lang the Ladye Grange did liveUpon St. Kilda's rock;But surely sorrow winna kill,Or else her ...
Not Jason nor Medea wise,I crave to see, nor win much lore,Nor list to Orpheus' minstrelsies;Nor Her'cles would I see, ...
Poets ther ben in plenteous line yt take ye auncient themeOf singing to a ladye's eyen whiche maken them to ...
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
It was an English ladye bright, (The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,) And she would marry a Scottish knight, ...
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