Edward, Edward. A Scottish Ballad (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
MODERN TRANSLATION (original below)"Why does your sword so drip with blood, Edward, Edward?Why does your sword so ...
MODERN TRANSLATION (original below)"Why does your sword so drip with blood, Edward, Edward?Why does your sword so ...
Though you're not exactly blue,Yet you don't feel like you doIn the winter, or the long hot summer days.For your ...
They were a' roun' aboot us, their hearts licht wi' glee,An' the pride an' the talk o' their faither an' ...
Sweep up the flure, Janet;Put on anither peat.It's a lown and a starry nicht, Janet,And nowther cauld nor weet.It's the ...
Tho' it sounds a trifle mystic, Somewhat vague and cabbalistic,When you come to analyse the ...
A ship there sailed in the nitrate trade,And she went by the name of the Captive Maid . . .Built ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh,We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O gosh!He ...
Oh! the bonny, bonny dell, whaur the yorlin sings,Wi' a clip o' the sunshine atween his wings;Whaur the birks are ...
As Phebus bricht in speir merediane,E of the warld, and lamp Etheriall,Passis the licht that cleipit is Dyane,Quhen scho is ...
There aince was a very pawky duke,Far kent for his joukery-pawkery,Wha owned a hoose wi' a gran' outlook,A gairden an' ...
The rain rins doun through Mirry-land toune,Sae dois it doune the Pa:Sae dois the lads of Mirry-land toune,Quhan they play ...
I."Bonny lassie, rosy lassie,Ken ye what is care?Had ye ever a thought, lassie,Made yer hertie sair?"Johnnie said it, Johnnie seekinSicht ...
The water ran doon frae the heich hope-heid,Wi' a Rin, burnie, rin;It wimpled, an' waggled, an' sang a screedO' nonsense, ...
Win' that blaws the simmer plaidOwer the hie hill's shoothers laid,Green wi' gerse, an' reid wi' heather—Welcome wi' yer sowl-like ...
Air — "Country Bumpkin."Hech! hey! the mirth that was there, The mirth that was there, ...
No. 1561. Private H. W. Reid Only a number and a name, one more That dies for England. Wight and ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O ...
SWEET rois of vertew and of gentilness, Delytsum lily of everie lustynes, Richest in bontie and in bewtie clear, And ...
AULD comrade dear, and brither sinner, How's a' the folk about Glenconner? How do you this blae eastlin wind, That's ...
Ho! Darkies, don't you hear dose voters cryin' Pack dat carpet bag! You must get to de Poll, you must ...
'Twas in the year of 1857 and on the 14th of September That the Sepoy rebels at Delhi were forced ...
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