#Irish
Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet. Forget not yet when first began
Since so ye please to hear me plai… And that ye do rejoice my smart, Me list no lenger to remain To such as be so overthwart. But cursed be that cruel heart
Ye old mule that think yourself so… Leave off with craft your beauty t… For it is true, without any fable, No man setteth more by riding in y… Too much travail so do your train…
The moon is bright, and the winds… Orion swings, with his belted ligh… North and south from the mountain… There’s many an eye will see no sl… There’s many a hand will toil to-n…
Madam, withouten many words Once I am sure ye will or no... And if ye will, then leave your bo… And use your wit and show it so, And with a beck ye shall me call;
In the lands away beyond the sea,… Where they drink their coffee thic… They have white Circassian girls… And it seems to me in our free lan… It’s fenced about with custom and…
There’s a sound of many voices in… And letters coming up in shoals to… And every boat that crosses from t… Is bringing waves of shearers for… For the shearing’s coming round, b…
What needeth these threnning words… All this cannot make me restore my… To rob your good, iwis, is not my… Nor causeless your fair hand did… Let love be judge or else whom nex…
My mother’s maids, when they did s… They sang sometime a song of the f… That, for because her livelood was… Would needs go seek her townish si… She thought herself endurèd too mu…
The heart and service to you proff… With right good will full honestly… Refuse it not, since it is offer’d… But take it to you gentlely. And though it be a small present,
Dustily over the highway pipes the… Wind and the rising sun, and wavin… It brings to me days gone by when… The wind is the voice of my home,… When, fresh from the desk and ledg…
He strode across the schoolroom in… Great Hector, clanging in his bra… And all the cringing Greeks, with… Creaked into jabbering Ks and tur… Achilles, safe because he could no…
And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay, say nay, for shame, To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame; And wilt thou leave me thus?
The longë love that in my thought… And in mine hert doth keep his res… Into my face presseth with bold pr… And therein campeth, spreading his… She that me learneth to love and s…
My lute awake! perform the last Labour that thou and I shall wast… And end that I have now begun; For when this song is sung and pas… My lute be still, for I have done…