The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

He flew awa’ in a bleezing flame.
‘Riddles Wisely Expounded’
There are twelve months in all the year,
As I hear many men say,
But the merriest month in all the year
Is the merry month of May.
‘Robin Hood and the Widow’s Three Sons’
Fight on, my men, sayes Sir Andrew Bartton,
I am hurt but I am not slain;
Ile lay mee downe and bleed a while
And then Ile rise and fight againe.
‘Sir Andrew Bartton’
The king sits in Dunfermline town
Drinking the blude-red wine.
‘Sir Patrick Spens’
‘To Noroway, to Noroway,
To Noroway o’er the faem;
The king’s daughter o’ Noroway,
’Tis thou must bring her hame.’
The first word that Sir Patrick read
So loud, loud laughed he;
The neist word that Sir Patrick read
The tear blinded his e’e.
‘Sir Patrick Spens’
‘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.’
‘Sir Patrick Spens’
Go fetch a web o’ the silken claith,
Another o’ the twine,
And wap them into our ship’s side,
And let nae the sea come in.
‘Sir Patrick Spens’ (wap wrap)
O laith, laith were our gude Scots lords
To wat their cork-heel’d shoon;
But lang or a’ the play was play’d
They wat their hats aboon.
‘Sir Patrick Spens’
O lang, lang may the ladies sit,