|124.||A Hymn To The Virgin||1/4/2003|
|125.||Angelica The Doorkeeper||1/3/2003|
|126.||Barbara Allen's Cruelty||1/4/2003|
|128.||Two Little Shadows||12/24/2003|
|129.||God And The Soldier||1/3/2003|
|130.||There Is A Lady Sweet And Kind, Thomas Ford's Music Of Sundry Kinds||1/4/2003|
|131.||Frankie And Johnnie||1/3/2003|
|132.||O Death, O Death, Rock Me Asleep||1/3/2003|
|133.||The Three Ravens||1/3/2003|
|135.||Advice To A Lover||1/3/2003|
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 ...
The Old Cloak
THIS winter's weather it waxeth cold,
And frost it freezeth on every hill,
And Boreas blows his blast so bold
That all our cattle are like to spill.
Bell, my wife, she loves no strife;
She said unto me quietlye,
Rise up, and save cow Crumbock's life!
Man, put thine old cloak about thee!