English Songs and Ballads | Page 2

blind beggar had long lost his sight?It was a friar of orders gray?It was a lover and his lass?It was a summer evening?It was the frog in the well?It was the time when lilies blow?I've seen the smiling?I wander'd by the brook-side
John Anderson, my jo, John?John Gilpin was a citizen
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King?King Death was a rare old fellow
Lassie wi' the lint-white locks?Lawn as white as driven snow?Lay a garland on my hearse?Let me the canakin clink, clink?Let the bells ring, and let the boys sing?Lithe and listen, gentlemen?Long the proud Spaniards had vaunted to conquer us?Lord, thou hast given me a cell?Love wakes and weeps
Maxwelltown braes are bonnie?Men of England who inherit?Mine be a cot beside the hill?Move eastward, happy earth, and leave?My banks they are furnished with bees?My heart is sair, I darena tell?My heart is wasted with my woe?My mind to me a kingdom is?O, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut
Napoleon's banners at Boulogne?No stir in the air, no stir in the sea?Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note?Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are?Now, now the mirth comes?Now ponder well, you parents dear?Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white?Now the hungry lion roars
Of all the girls that are so smart?Of a' the airts the wind can blaw?Of Nelson and the North?Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray?Oft in the stilly night?Oh, call my brother back to me?Oh, Mary, go and call the cattle home?Oh! the days are gone when Beauty bright?Oh, the sweet contentment?Oh where, and oh where, is your Highland laddie gone?O Jenny's a' weet, poor body?O listen, listen, ladies gay?O mistress mine, where are you roaming?O, my luve 's like a red red rose?O Nanny, wilt thou go with me?On either side the river lie?On Linden when the sun was low,?On that deep-retiring shore?On the banks of Allan Water?Orpheus with his lute made trees?O sing unto my roundelay?O swallow, swallow, flying south?Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered?Over hill, over dale?O waly, waly up the bank?O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms?O whistle and I'll come to ye, my lad?O world! O life! O time!?O, young Lochinvar is come out of the West
Pack clouds, away, and welcome, day?Pibroch of Donuil Dhu?Piping down the valleys wild?Proud Maisie in the wood
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair
Red rows the Nith 'tween bank and brae?Rich and rare were the gems she wore?Rose cheek'd Laura, come
Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled?Shall I, wasting in despair?She dwelt among untrodden ways?She is a winsome wee thing?She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps?She stood breast high among the corn?She walks in beauty like the night?Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more?Sing his praises, that doth keep?Some asked me where the rubies grew?Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules?Some years of late, in eighty-eight?So now is come our joyfullest part?So, we'll go no more a-roving?Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king?Still to be neat, still to be drest?Sweet and low, sweet and low?Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright?Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind?Tell me, where is fancy bred?The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold?The boy stood on the burning deck?The breaking waves dashed high?The bride cam' out o' the byre?The deil cam' fiddlin' thro' the toun?The feathered songster chanticleer?The fountains mingle with the river?The glories of our blood and state?The harp that once through Tara's halls?The King sits in Dunfermline town?The laird o' Cockpen, he's proud an' he 's great?The lawns were dry in Euston park?The minstrel boy to the war is gone?There be none of Beauty's daughters?There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,?There come seven gypsies on a day?There is a garden in her face?There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet?There was a youth, a well beloved youth?There was three kings into the East?There were three ladies play'd at the ba'?There were three sailors of Bristol city?The splendour falls on castle walls?The stars are with the voyager?The stately homes of England?The time I've lost in wooing?They grew in beauty side by side?Three fishers went sailing out into the west?Tiger, tiger, burning bright?'Tis the last rose of summer?Toll for the brave?Turn, gentle hermit of the dale?'Twas in the prime of summer time
Under the greenwood tree
Was this fair face the cause, quoth she?Wha 'll buy my caller herrin'?When all among the thundering drums?When all is done and said?When Britain first, at Heaven's command?When cats run home, and light is come?When daffodils begin to peer,?When daisies pied and violets blue,?When Hercules did use to spin?When icicles hang by the wall?When love with unconfined wings?When o'er the hill the Eastern star?When the British warrior queen?When the sheep are in