Spotted Cow
One morning in the month of June, As from my cot' I strayed. Just at the dawning of the day I met with a charming maid. 'Good morning you, whither? ' said I, 'Good morning to you now', The maid replied, 'kind sir' she cried, 'i’ve lost my spotted cow'. 'No longer weep, no longer mourn, Your cow’s not lost my dear, I saw her down in yonder grove, Come love and I’ll show you where'. 'i must confess you’re very kind, I thank you sir, ' said she, 'We will be sure her there to find, Come sweetheart, go with me'. And in the grove they spent the day, They thought it passed too soon, At night they homeward bent their way, While brightly shone the moon. If he should cross the flowery dale, Or go to view the plough, She comes and calls, 'You gentle swain, I’ve lost my spotted cow
Rose Bud In June
It’s a rosebud in June and the violets in full bloom, And the small birds are singing love songs on each spray. [Chorus:] We’ll pipe and we’ll sing love, We’ll dance in a ring love, When each lad takes his lass All on the green grass, And it’s oh to plough where the fat oxen graze low, And the lads and the lasses do sheep shearing go. [Chorus:] When we have all sheared our jolly, jolly sheep, What joy can be greater than to talk of their increase. [Chorus:] Their flesh it is good, it’s the best of all food, And their wool it will cloth us and keep our backs from the cold. [Chorus:] Here’s the ewes and the lambs, here’s the hogs and the rams, And the fat wethers too they will make a fine show. (chorus)
Sheep-Crook And Black Dog
Here’s my sheep-crook and my black dog, I give it to you, Here’s my bag and my budget, I bid it adieu, Here’s my sheep-crook and my black dog I leave them behind, Fine laurel, fine floral, You’ve proved all unkind. All to my dear Dinah these words did I say, Tomorrow we’ll be married love, tomorrow is the day 'Tis too soon dear Willy, my age is too young, One day to our wedding is one day too soon. I’ll go into service if the day ain’t to late, To wait on a fine lady, it is my intent, And when into service a year or two bound, It’s then we’ll get married and both settle down. A little time after a letter was wrote, To see if my Dinah had changed here mind, But she wrote that she’s led such a contrary life, She said that she’d never be a young shepherd’s wife. Here’s my sheep-crook and my black dog, I give it to you, Here’s my bag and my budget, I bid it adieu, Here’s my sheep-crook and my black dog I leave them behind, Fine laurel, fine floral, You’ve proved all unkind
Royal Forester
I am a forester of this land As you may plainly see, It’s the mantle of your maidenhead That I would have from thee. He’s taken her by the milk-white hand, And by the leylan sleeve, He’s lain her down upon her back And asked no man’s leave. Now since you’ve lain me down young man You must take me up again, And since you’ve had your will of me, Come tell to me your name. Some call me Jim, some call me John, Begad it’s all the same, But when I’m in the king’s high court Erwilian is my name. She being a good scholar She’s spelt it o’er again, Erwilian, that’s a Latin word, But Willy is your name. Now when he heard his name pronounced He mounted his high horse, She’s belted up her petticoat And followed with all her force. He rode and she ran A long summer day, Until the came by the river That’s commonly called the Tay. The water it’s too deep my love, I’me afraid you cannot wade, But afore he’s ridden his horse well in She was on the other side. She went up to the king’s high door She knocked and she went in, Said one of your chancellor’s robbed me, And he’s robbed me right and clean. Has he robbed you or your mantle, Has he robbed you of your ring, No he’s robbed me of my maidenhead And another I cannot find. If he be a married man Then hanged he shall be, And if he be a single man He shall marry thee. This couple they got married, They live in Huntley town, She’s the Earl of Airlie’s daughter And he’s the blacksmith’s son
King Henry
Let never a man a wooing wend That lacketh things three, A store of gold, and open heart, And full of charity; And this was seen of King Henry Though he lay quite alone, For he’s taken him to a haunted hall Seven miles from the town. He’s chased the deer now him before And the doe down by the den Till the fattest buck in all the flock King Henry he has slain. His huntsmen followed him to the hall To make them burly cheer, When loud the wind was heard to sound And an earthquake rocked the floor. And darkness covered all the hall Where they sat at their meat, The grey dogs, yowling, left their food And crept to Henry’s feet. And louder howled the rising wind And burst the fastened door, And in there came a grisly ghost Stramping on the floor. Her head hit the roof-tree of the house, Her middle you could not span, Each frightened huntsman fled the hall And left the king alone, Her teeth were like the tether stakes, Her nose like club or mell, And nothing less she seemed to be Than a fiend that comes form hell. Some meat, some meat you King Henry, Some meat you give to me, Go kill your horse you King Henry And bring him here to me; He’s gone and slain his berry brown steed Though it made his heart full sore, For she’s eaten up both skin and bone Left nothing but hide and hair. More meat, more meat you King Henry More meat you give to me, Go Kill your greyhounds King Henry And bring them here to me; And when he’s slain his good greyhounds, It made his heart full sore, She’s eaten them up both skin and bone, Left nothing but hide and hair. More meat, more meat you King Henry More meat you give to me, Go fell your goshawks King Henry And bring them here to me; And when he’s slain his gay goshawks, It made his heart full sore, She’s eaten them up both skin and bone, Left nothing but feathers bare. Some drink, some drink now King Henry Some drink you give to me, Oh you sew up your horse’s hide And bring in a drink to me, And he’s sewed up the bloody hide And a pipe of wine put in, And she’s drank it up all in one draught Left never a drop therein. A bed, a bed now King Henry, A bed you’ll make for me, Oh you must pull the heather green And make it soft for me; And pulled has he the heather green And made for her a bed, And taken has he his gay mantle And o’er it he has spread. Take off your clothes now King Henry And lie down by my side, Now swear, now swear you King Henry To take me for your bride. Oh God forbid, says King Henry, That ever the like betide, That ever a fiend that comes from hell Should stretch down by my side. When the night was gone and the day was come And the sun shone through the hall, The fairest lady that ever was seen Lay between him and the wall. I’ve met with many a gentle knight That gave me such a fill, But never before with a courteous knight That gave me all my will
Gaudete
Gaudete, gaudete Christos est natus Ex Maria virginae, gaudete. Tempus ad est gratiae hoc quod optabamus, Carmina laetitiae devote redamus. Gaudete, gaudete Christos est natus Ex Maria virginae, gaudete. Deus homo factus est naturam erante, Mundus renovatus est a Christo regnante. Gaudete, gaudete Christos est natus Ex Maria virginae, gaudete. Ezecheelis porta clausa per transitor Unde lux est orta sallus invenitor. Gaudete, gaudete Christos est natus Ex Maria virginae, gaudete. Ergo nostra contio psallat jam in lustro, Benedicat domino sallas regi nostro. Gaudete, gaudete Christos est natus Ex Maria virginae, gaudete.
John Barleycorn
There were three men Came from the west Their fortunes for to tell, And the life of John Barleycorn As well They laid him three furrows deep, Laid clods upon his head, The these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn was dead. They let him die for a very long time Till the rain from heaven did fall, Then little Sir John sprang up his head And he did amaze them all. They let him stand till the midsummer day, Till he looked both pale and wan. Then little Sir John he grew a long beard And so became a man. They have hired men with the scythes so sharp To cut him off at the knee, They rolled and they tied him around the waist, The served him barbarously. They have hired men with the crab-tree sticks, To cut him skin from bone, And the miller he has served him worse than that, For he’s ground him between two stones. They’ve wheeled him here, they’ve wheeled him there, They’ve wheeled him to a barn, And they have served him worse than that, They’ve bunged him in a vat. They have worked their will on John Barleycorn But he lived to tell the tale, For they pour him out of an old brown jug And they call him home brewed ale.
Saucy Sailor
Come me own one, come me fair one, Come now unto me Could you fancy a poor sailor lad Who has just come from sea? You are ragged love, and you’re dirty love And your clothes smell much of tar So be gone you saucy sailor lad So be gone you Jack Tar If I’m ragged love, and I’m dirty love And me clothes smell much of tar I have silver in me pockets love, And gold in great store. And when she heard him say so On her bended knees she fell "I will marry my dear henry, for I love sailor lad so well." Do you think that I am foolish love? Do you think that I am mad? For to wed with a poor country girl Where no fortunes to be had I will cross the briney ocean I will whistle and sing And since you have refused the offer love Some other girl will wear the ring I am frolicsome and I am easy, Good tempered and free And I don’t give a single pin me boys What the world thinks of me.