The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Young Jemmy Grove on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barbara Allen.
‘Barbara Allen’s Cruelty’
‘O mother, mother, make my bed,
O make it saft and narrow:
My love has died for me to-day,
I’ll die for him to-morrow.’
‘Barbara Allen’s Cruelty’
It fell about the Lammastide,
When the muir-men win their hay,
The doughty Douglas bound him to ride
Into England, to drive a prey.
‘Battle of Otterburn’ (win harvest)
Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands,
O where hae ye been?
They hae slain the Earl of Murray,
And hae laid him on the green.
‘The Bonny Earl of Murray’
He was a braw gallant,
And he play’d at the gluve;
And the bonny Earl of Murray,
O he was the Queen’s luve!
O lang will his Lady
Look owre the Castle Downe,
Ere she see the Earl of Murray
Come sounding through the town!
‘The Bonny Earl of Murray’
Is there any room at your head, Sanders?
Is there any room at your feet?
Or any room at your twa sides,
Where fain, fain I would sleep?
There is na room at my head, Margaret,
There is na room at my feet;
My bed it is the cold, cold grave;
Among the hungry worms I sleep.
‘Clerk Sanders’
She hadna sail’d a league, a league,
A league but barely three,
Till grim, grim grew his countenance
And gurly grew the sea.