Good And Wise Ideas

Nurse the Queen of Elfland’s child

Marry a gunner good, and a right fine gunner he’ll be, and the very first shot that e'er he shoots will kill my young son and me

Go off, Janet

Fight four-and-twenty highland men when they try to steal you away, because you will not be a bride, a bride, you will not be a bride

Lose your sheath, and the knife therein

Make a harp out of a dead body’s ribcage

Call out louder than a horn

Ask your bedsheets if your wife is a virgin

Own pins made only of silver

Lock the doors and stop the windows, leave not even a hole for a mouse to crawl in

Beware the very first morning of May

Have hanging from your girdle fifty silver bells and ten, hanging fifty bells and ten

In your pack a long knife carry for to cut mince pies from children’s thighs, with which to feed the fairies

More meat, more meat you bring to me! Go kill your berry brown horse and bring in it here to me