Sir Patrick Spens - by
The King sits in Dunferline toun,
/ Drinkin the blude-reid wine
/ ‘O whaur will A get a skeely skipper
/ Tae sail…
ballads
Lord Ullin’s Daughter - by
A Chieftan to the Highlands bound,
/ Cries, ‘Boatman, do not tarry;
/ And I’ll give thee a silver pound
/ To row…
Donal Óg - by
It is late last night the dog was speaking of you;
/ the snipe was speaking of you in her deep…