.

It was a Lover and his lasse
* It was in and about the Martinmas time
* It was intill a pleasant time

It was many and many a year ago
It was not in the winter
I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking

I went out to the hazel wood *I wil, sing, if ye will hearken * I wish I were where Helen lies

I would not be the Moon, the sickly thing

.

569 607 647

.

Jarring the air with rumour cool
John Peel

152 · 136

Keith of Ravelston
Kubla Khan

• 306

395

.

.

127 464 422 146

74 350 • 595

348 348 227 343 451

22 529 92 65 226 191

584 625 658

La Belle Dame sans Merci .

Laid in my quiet bed, in study as I were
* Laird of Logie, The .
* Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green
Lawne as white as driven Snow
Lay a garland on my hearse
Leave me, O Love
Leave Taking, A
Let us go hence, my songs
Let us walk in the white snow
Life of Life
Light the lamps up, Lamplighter
Little Black Boy, The .
Little Fly

Little Lamb, who made thee?
* London Bridge is broken down
London Snow
Lonely, save for a few faint stars, the sky
Long ago I went to ome.
Look how the pale Queen of the silent night
Lord Rameses of Egypt sighed
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back
* Love not me for comely grace

Lucy Gray * Lully

, lullay, lully, lullay Lydia is gone this many a year Lyke-Wake Dirge, A .

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517

.

571

Mad Maid's Song, The
Mariana
Mary's gone a-milking
Matthew, Mark, Luke,

and John
May Song
Mermaid, The
Messmates
Midnight was come, when every vital thing

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563

598

Mine eyes have seen the glory.
Mortality, behold and fear!
Most souls, 'tis true, but peep out once an age
Much have I travelled in the realms of gold
Music, when soft voices die ..
* My clothing was once of the linsey woolsey fine
My hand is weary with writing .

My heart is like a singing bird
* My love he built me a bonnie bower

My love lies in the gates of foam
My Luve's in Germany
My master hath a garden
My mistress frowns when she should play
* My mistress is as fair as fine.

My mother bore me in the southern wild * My plaid awa', my plaid awa'.

My true-love hath my heart, and I have his

165 · 259

261 · 369 • 203

90 554 342 430 354 179 482 193 341

22 282 342

624 649

.

.

573

.

.

Nay, Ivy, nay

Night-Piece, The * Not full twelve years ·

Not soon shall I forget
* Now milkmaids' pails are deckt with Aowers

Now some may drink old vintage wine
Now the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger .
Now the hungry Lyon rores
Now wolde I faine some merthes make
Nurse's Song, The
Nymph Complaining, The
Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?

282 594 49 71 199

10 129 357 445

98 122

.

* Allison Gross, that lives in yon towr
* 0 Bessie Bell and Mary Gray.
Ode to the West Wind

O'Driscoll drove with a song
* Of all the birds that I do know
* O for a Booke and a shadie nooke

Of this fair volume which we World do name
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray
Oh! call my brother back to me.
Oh! dear! what can the matter be?
Oh! poverty is a weary thing
Oh, sweet content
Oh the falling Snow!
* Oh, where are you going to, my pretty little dear?

0, I hae come from far away
Old Ships, The .
O many a day have I made good ale in the glen
O Mary, go and call the cattle home
O Mother, lay your hand on my brow
O my dark Rosaleen .
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose
Once a dream did weave a shade

75 93 243 227 200 314

372 · 344 217

39 176 322

.

.

569

.

NOTES

.

.

Once I was a monarch's daughter .
Once musing as I sat
Once upon a midnight dreary

Once when the sun of the year was beginning to fall
* One Friday morn when we set sail
* One king's daughter said to anither

One without looks in to-night.
On first looking into Chapman's Homer
On Linden, when the sun was low
* On the first day of Christmas
On the green banks of Shannon
O sing unto my roundelay
O Sorrow

that those lips had language !
O the evening's for the fair, bonny lassie O!
0 Thou, who plumed with strong desire
0, to have a little house
Our King and Queen the Lord God Blesse
Our King went up upon a hill high
Out in the dark over the snow
Over the bleak and barren
*O whare are ye gaun?
0, what can ail thee, knight at arms

O what if the fowler my blackbird has taken?
* O wha will shoe my bonny foot ? .
* where were ye, my milk-white steed

O, wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
Oh yes, my dear .

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621

635

.

.

571

snow

.

617

.

186 · 466

365 324 127 345 512 299 218 561

607

Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day!
Pedlar's Song, The

Pleasure it is
* Poacher, The Lincolnshire
* Poor old Horse
Prayer unsaid, and Mass unsung
Prepare, prepare the iron helm of War
Proud Maisie is in the wood

16 · 197

90

Rarely, rarely, comest thou .
Raven, The
Recollection, The

Remember me when I am gone away
* Remember us poor Mayers all .
Reverie of Poor Susan, The
Rich in the waning light she sat
Riding through Ruwu swamp, about sunrise
Rosaleen, Dark

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102
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584

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512

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653

.

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.

493

Sabrina fair
Sands of Dee, The
Schoolboy, The .
Seamen, three! What men be ye?
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Secret was the garden
* Seven lang years I hae served the King
Seynt Stevene was a clerk .

Shed no tear-o shed no tear!
* She is so proper and so pure
Shepherds all, and Maidens fair
Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed night
Shy in their herding dwell the fallow deer
Sick Child, The .
Silent are the woods
Silent is the house, all are laid asleep
Silly Sweetheart, say not nay
Sir Patrick Spence

Sister, awake! close not your eyes
* Skip it and trip it
Sleep on, my Love, in thy cold bed
Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears
Sluggard, The
Soldiers, For
Solitary Reaper, The
Some folks as

can afford
Somewhere, somewhen I've seen
Sorrow
So through the darkness and the cold we flew
So, we'll go no more a-roving.
Sparrow, The Dead
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king
Stepping Westward
Stop, Christian passer-by!
Stupidity Street
Swans, The Two
Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly
Sweet Content
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright
Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content
Sweet Suffolk Owl, so trimly dight
Sweet William and May Margaret
Swiftly walk o'er the western wave

589

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.

288
39
27
275
335
415

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572
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242

5
164
221
156
393
246
225
456
99
15
448
260

109
· 289
207
243
443

38
104
433
450

Tell me not of joy
Tell me where is fancie bred
That houses forme within was rude and strong
That wind, I used to hear it swelling
The aïr to gi'e your cheäks a hue

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552

.

580

.

569

.

.

571 552

.

586

550

142
135

56
454
· 155

211 668 184 441 216 188 141

9 79 214 234 135 192 415 572 106

6 · 353 · 363 • 592

89 281 306 187 457

49 650 433

525 · 466

483

148 · 356

395 424 435

51 408

322 · 369

145 412 79

55 431 399 168 30

527 605

The ample heaven of fabrik sure
* The cheerful arn he blaws in the marn
The cleanly rush of the mountain air
The clouds have left the sky
The crooked paths go every way
The days are cold, the nights are long
The Door of Death
The Dragon that our Seas did raise his Crest
The evening sun was sinking down
The feathers of the willow .
* The fort over against the oak-wood

The four sails of the mill .
The fresh air moves like water round a boat
The gipsies lit their fires by the chalk-pit gate anew
The heaving roses of the hedge are stirred

The Holly and the Ivy
* The hunt is up, the hunt is up

The King of China's daughter * The king sits in Dumferling toune * The king's young dochter .

The lake lay blue below the hill

The lark now leaves his watery nest * The love that I hae chosen .

The maiden caught me in the wild
The man of life upright
* The miller's mill-dog lay at the mill-door
The moon's my constant mistress
The murmur of the mourning ghost
The myrtle bush grew shady
The night will never stay

The poplars are felled; farewell to the shade * There came a bird out o a bush .

There came a ghost to Margret's door
* There cam' Seven Egyptians on a day
The red Aame flowers bloom and die .
There grew a goodly tree him faire beside

There is a Garden in her face . * There is a Lady sweet and kind .

There is a silence where hath been no sound * The reivers they stole Fair Annie There lived a wife at Usher's Well .

There's no smoke in the chimney There was a gallant ship and a gallant ship was she * There was a knicht riding frae the east

There was an Indian, who had known no change * There was an old man lived out in the wood

There was no song nor shout of joy. There were three gipsies a-come to my door . There were

twa brethren in the north * There were

twa sisters sat in a bowr
The sea would now no longer .
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares
The sheets were frozen hard