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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
Jarring the air with rumour cool
Keith of Ravelston
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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 Lamb, who made thee?
* London Bridge is broken down
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 .
Mad Maid's Song, The
Mary's gone a-milking
Matthew, Mark, Luke,
Midnight was come, when every vital thing
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
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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?
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* 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
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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
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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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
Rarely, rarely, comest thou .
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
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
Solitary Reaper, The
Some folks as
Somewhere, somewhen I've seen
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
Stop, Christian passer-by!
Swans, The Two
Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly
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
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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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