“When captains courageous, whom death could not daunt, Did march to the siege of the city of Gaunt, They mustered their soldiers by two and by three, And the foremost in battle was Mary Ambree. Anonymous: Ballads
““What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?” “I gat eels boil’d in broo’; mother, make my bed soon, For I’m weary wi’ hunting, and fain wald lie down.” Anonymous: Ballads
“Half owre, half owre to Aberdour,’Tis fifty fathoms deep; And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens, Wi’ the Scots lords at his feet! Anonymous: Ballads
“I saw the new moon late yestreen Wi’ the auld moon in her arm; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we’ll come to harm. Anonymous: Ballads