Quilter

It was a lover and his lass

Take, o take those lips away

O mistress mine

How should I your true love know

Orpheus with his lute

Hark! Hark! The lark

Ca' the yowes to the knowes

Charlie is my darling

Ye banks and braes

I arise from dreams of thee

Music when soft voices die

Love's philosophy

Spring is at the door

Passing dreams

Autumn evening

An old carol

Three pastoral songs: I will go with my father a-ploughing ; Cherry valley ; I wish and I wish

Go lovely rose

A last year's rose

Amaryllis at the fountain

I dare note ask a kiss

Now sleeps the crimson petal

To Julia

Love calls through the summer night.