|121.||Sir Patrick Spence||1/3/2003|
|124.||A Hymn To The Virgin||1/4/2003|
|125.||Angelica The Doorkeeper||1/3/2003|
|126.||Barbara Allen's Cruelty||1/4/2003|
|127.||Two Little Shadows||12/24/2003|
|129.||Frankie And Johnnie||1/3/2003|
|130.||There Is A Lady Sweet And Kind, Thomas Ford's Music Of Sundry Kinds||1/4/2003|
|131.||Advice To A Lover||1/3/2003|
|132.||God And The Soldier||1/3/2003|
|133.||O Death, O Death, Rock Me Asleep||1/3/2003|
|134.||The Three Ravens||1/3/2003|
Comments about Anonymous
To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to ...
It fell about the Martinmas,
When the wind blew shrill and cauld,
Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,
'We maun draw to a hauld.
'And whatna hauld sall we draw to,
My merry men and me?
We will gae to the house of the Rodes,
To see that fair ladye.'