Peter Warlock - The Night
Most Holy Night, that still dost keep The keys of all the doors of sleep To me when my tired eyelids close Give thou repose And let the far lament of them That chaunt
Peter Warlock - Captain Stratton's Fancy
Oh, some are fond of red wine and some are fond of white And some are all for dancing by the pale moonlight: But rum alone’s the tipple, and the heart’s delight Of the old bold mate of
Peter Warlock - Mr. Belloc's Fancy
At Martinmas, when I was born Hey diddle, ho diddle do There came a cow with a crumpled horn Hey diddle, ho diddle do She stood agape and said "My dear, you're a
Peter Warlock - Eloré Lo
In a garden so green in a May morning Heard I my lady pleen of paramours; Said she: "My love so sweet, come you not yet, nor yet Heght you not me to meet amongst the
Peter Warlock - Hey troly loly lo
"Hey, troly loly lo, maid, whither go you?" "I go to the meadow to milk my cow." "Then at the meadow I will you meet To gather the flowers both rare and
Peter Warlock - Piggésnie
She is so proper and so pure Full steadfast, stable and demure There is none such, ye may be sure As my sweet sweeting When I behold my sweeting sweet Her face, her
Peter Warlock - The Birds
When Jesus Christ was four years old The angels brought Him toys of gold Which no man ever had bought or sold And yet with these He would not play He made Him small fowl out
Peter Warlock - To the Memory of a Great Singer
Bright is the ring of words When the right man rings them Fair the fall of songs When the singer sings them Still are they carolled and said - On wings they are carried -
Peter Warlock - Tom Tyler
I am a poor tiler in simple array And get a poor living, but eightpence a day My wife as i get it, doth spend it away; The proverb reporteth, no man can deny {for}2
Peter Warlock - The Cricketers of Hambledon
I'll make a song of Hambledon, and sing it at "The George" Of balls that flew from Beldham's bat like sparks from Fennex' forge; The centuries of Aylward, and a