iolets 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 the fauld, when the kye 's come hame
When this old cap was new
When we two parted
Where gang ye, thou silly auld carle
Where the bee sucks, there lurk I
While larks with little wing
Who is Sylvia? what is she
Why does your brand so drop with blood
Why do ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears
Why so pale and wan, fond lover
With fingers weary and worn

Ye gentlemen of England
Ye little birds that sit and sing
Ye mariners of England
You are old, father William, the young man cried
You spotted snakes with double tongue

INDEX OF AUTHORS

ANONYMOUS

BARNARD, LADY ANNE
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER
BLAKE, WILLIAM
BLOOMFIELD, ROBERT
BRETON, NICHOLAS
BROWNING, ROBERT
BURNS, ROBERT
BYRON, LORD

CAMPBELL, THOMAS
CAMPION, THOMAS
CAREW, THOMAS
CAREY, HENRY
CHALKHILL, JOHN
CHATTERTON, THOMAS
CLOUGH, ARTHUR HUGH
COCKBURN, MRS
COLERIDGE, SAMUEL TAYLOR
COWPER, WILLIAM
CUNNINGHAM, ALLAN

DALRYMPLE, SIR DAVID
DIBDIN, CHARLES
DRAYTON, MICHAEL
DUFFERIN, LADY

EDWARDES, RICHARD

FLETCHER, JOHN

GARRICK, DAVID
GAY, JOHN
GOLDSMITH, OLIVER

HAMILTON, WILLIAM
HEMANS, FELICIA
HERBERT, GEORGE
HERRICK, ROBERT
HEYWOOD, THOMAS
HOGG, JAMES,
HOLCROFT, THOMAS
HOOD, THOMAS
HOUGHTON, LORD

JONSON, BEN

KEATS, JOHN
KINGSLEY, REV. CHARLES

LOVELACE, RICHARD

MACAULAY, LORD
MARLOWE, CHRISTOPHER
MICKLE, WILLIAM JULIUS
MOORE, THOMAS

NAIRNE, LADY
NASH, THOMAS

PARKER, MARTIN
PERCY, THOMAS
PROCTOR, B.W.

ROGERS, SAMUEL
ROSS, ALEXANDER

SCOTT, SIR WALTER
SHAKESPEARE, WILLIAM
SHELLEY, PERCY BYSSHE
SHENSTONE, WILLIAM
SHIRLEY, JAMES
SIDNEY, SIR PHILIP
SOUTHEY, ROBERT
STILL, JOHN
SUCKLING, SIR JOHN

TENNYSON, LORD
THACKERAY, WILLIAM MAKEPEACE
THOMPSON, JAMES

VAUX, LORD

WALLER, EDMUND
WEBSTER, JOHN
WITHER, GEORGE
WOLFE, CHARLES
WORDSWORTH, WILLIAM
WYATT, SIR THOMAS

SONGS AND BALLADS

MY SWETE SWETING

AH, my swete swetyng!
My lytyle prety swetyng,
My swetyng will I love wherever I go;
She is so proper and pure,
Full stedfast, stabill and demure,
There is none such, ye may be sure,
As my swete swetyng.

In all this world, as thynketh me,
Is none so pleasant to my eye,
That I am glad soe ofte to see,
As my swete swetyng.

When I behold my swetyng swete,
Her face, her hands, h