Red Rose

Come over the hills, my bonnie LITTLE lass
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true love forever.

Chorus
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from HER LOINS
But my love is fairer than any.

'Twas down by JAMANTYS' green woods that we strayed
When the moon and the stars they were shining
The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
And she swore she'd be my love forever.

Chorus

It's not for the parting that my sister pains
It's not for the grief of my mother
'Tis all for the loss of my bonny LITTLE lass
That my heart is breaking forever.

Chorus 

Really... "the water that flows from her loins"? Really? I vote "the springs" DeVi - 02 Jun 2008

You caught me. I swear that's the only funny business. It may be, though, that squirters are particularly prized lovers in halfling culture, hence the two definitions for squirt: someone who is small and a sudden discharge of liquid. -- NagA - 14 Jun 2008

Death

As I walked out one morning in May
The birds did sing and the lambs did play
The birds did sing and the lambs did play
I met an old man, I met an old man
I met an old man by the way. 

mentions May Solutions: As I walked out one morning all gay

As I walked out one beautiful day

As I walked out one fine summer's day

Whiskey

As I was a going over TALL CLEARVIEW Mountain, 
I spied Colonel Farrell and his money he was countin'.
First I drew me CROSSBOW and then I drew me rapier, 
Sayin' stand and deliver for I am your bold receiver. 
You hum the melody of 'Whiskey'.
Well shirigim duraham da 
Wack fall the daddy oh, wack fall the daddy oh 
There's whiskey in the jar. 
You hum the melody of 'Whiskey'.
He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny, 
I put it in me pocket to take home to darling' Jenny. 
She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me
But THE GODS STRIKE the women for they always lie so easy. 
You hum the melody of 'Whiskey'.
I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber 
To dream of gold and girls and of course it was no wonder. 
Me Jenny TOOK ME CROSSBOW AND SOAKED THE BOWSTRING ALL IN water, 
Called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter. 
You hum the melody of 'Whiskey'.
Next morning early before I rose to travel, 
There came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell. 
I goes to draw me CROSSBOW for she'd stole away me rapier, 
but a prisoner I was taken FOR THE BOWSTRING'S SOFT WITH water. 

You hum the melody of 'Whiskey'.
They put me into jail with a judge all a writin' 
For robbing Colonel Farrell on TALL CLEARVIEW Mountain.
But they didn't take me fists so I knocked the jailer down, 
And bid a farewell to this tight fisted town. 
You hum the melody of 'Whiskey'.
I'd like to find me brother the one that's in the LEGION, 
I don't know where he's stationed OUT IN AMWARD REGION.
Together we'd go roving o'r the mountains of GIAT APLENTY, 
And I swear he'd treat me better than me darling' sporting Jenny. 
You hum the melody of 'Whiskey'.
There's some takes delight in the carriages and rolling, 
Some takes delight in the hurley or the bowlin'. 
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley, 
Courting pretty maids in the mourning oh so early. 

pistols and geographic stuff -- NagA - 11 Mar 2008

-- DeVi - 08 Mar 2008

Seasons

Come all you lads and lasses, I'd have you give attention
To these few lines I'm about to write here,
'Tis of the four seasons of the year that I shall mention,
The beauty of all things doth appear.
And now you are young and all in your prosperity,
Come cheer up your hearts and revive like the spring
Join off in pairs like the birds in February
That St. Valentine's Day it forth do bring.

Mentions valentine's day, and February. I'm at a loss for a fix here. February = early spring?

Then cometh Spring, which all the land doth nourish;
The fields are beginning to be decked with green,
The trees put forth their buds and the blossoms they do flourish,
And the tender blades of corn on the earth are to be seen.
Don't you see the little lambs by the dams a-playing?
The cuckoo is singing in the shady grove.
The flowers they are springing, the maids they go a-Maying,
In love all hearts seem now to move.

Mentions May again. go a-playing... redundant. I've nothing better though.

How about a-laying?

Next cometh Autumn with the sun so hot and piercing;
The sportsman goes forth with his dog and his gun
To fetch down the woodcock, the partridge and the pheasant,
For health and for profit as well as for fun.
Behold, with loaded apple-trees the farmer is befriended,
They will fill up his casks that have long laid dry.
All nature seems to weary now, her task is nearly ended,
And more of the seasons will come by and by.

Mentions gun. Tricky, as this is a rhymed word.
Maybe: The sportsman goes forth through autumn fog....For food, and fun, with his faithful dog.
-- EirikEld - 12 Mar 2008