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• The Wife of Usher's Well

  There lived a wife at Usher's well,
  And a wealthy wife was she;
  She had three stout and stalwart sons, …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• The Three Ravens

  There were three ravens sat on a tree,
  They were as black as they might be.
  The one of them said to his make, …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• The Twa Corbies

  As I was walking all alane
  I heard twa corbies making a mane:
  The tane unto the tither did say, …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• A Lyke-Wake Dirge

  This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
  —Every nighte and alle,
  Fire and fleet and candle-lighte, …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• The Seven Virgins.

  All under the leaves and the leaves of life
  I met with virgins seven,
  And one of them was Mary mild, …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• Two Rivers

  says Tweed to Till—
  'What gars ye rin sae still?'
  Says Till to Tweed— …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• Cradle Song

  O MY deir hert, young Jesus sweit,
  Prepare thy creddil in my spreit,
  And I sall rock thee in my hert …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• The Call

  my blood so red
  For thee was shed,
  Come home again, come home again; …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• The Bonny Earl of Murray

  Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands,
  O where hae ye been?
  They hae slain the Earl of Murray, …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• Helen of Kirconnell

  I WISH I were where Helen lies,
  Night and day on me she cries;
  O that I were where Helen lies, …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• Waly, Waly

  O WALY, waly, up the bank,
  And waly, waly, doun the brae,
  And waly, waly, yon burn-side, …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• Barbara Allen's Cruelty

  In Scarlet town, where I was born,
  There was a fair maid dwellin',
  Made every youth cry Well-a-way! …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• Pipe and Can

  I
  the Indian weed witherèd quite;
  Green at morn, cut down at night; …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• Love will find out the Way

  Over the mountains
  And over the waves,
  Under the fountains …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• Phillada flouts Me

  O WHAT a plague is love!
  How shall I bear it?
  She will inconstant prove, …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• The Relapse

  O TURN away those cruel eyes,
  The stars of my undoing!
  Or death, in such a bright disguise, …

  Thomas Stanley

• To Coelia

  When, Coelia, must my old day set,
  And my young morning rise
  In beams of joy so bright as yet …

  Charles Cotton

• Ode

  Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies,
  Made in the last promotion of the blest;
  Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, …

  John Dryden

• A Song for St. Cecilia's Day, 1687

  From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
  This universal frame began:
  When nature underneath a heap …

  John Dryden

• Ah, how sweet it is to love!

  Ah, how sweet it is to love!
  Ah, how gay is young Desire!
  And what pleasing pains we prove …

  John Dryden

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