And lang lang may the maidens sit,
Wi’ the goud kaims in their hair,
A’ waiting for their ain dear loves—
For them they’ll see na mair.
O forty miles off Aberdour,
’Tis fifty fathoms deep,
And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens,
Wi’ the Scots lords at his feet.
Author Unknown
“BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND”
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou are not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly;
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly;
Then, heigh-ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly!
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly;
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly!
William Shakespeare
THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN
(A Child’s Story)
