Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # My Lady Went To Caunterbury My harte of golde as true as stele. As I me lened to a bough In fayth but yf ye loue my well Lorde so Robyn lough My lady went to Caunterbury The saynt to be her bothe She met with cate of Malmesbery Why shepyst thou in an apple rote My hart. etc. Nyne myle to Mychelmas Our dame began to brew Mychell set his mare to gras Lord so fast it snew My hart. etc. For you loue I brake my glasse Pour gowne is furred with blew The deuyll is dede: for there I was I wys it is full trew My hart. etc. And yf ye slepe, the cocke wyll crow True hart thynke what I say Jack napes wyll make a mow Loke who dare say hym nay My hart. etc. I pray you haue me now in mynde I tell you of the mater He blew his horne agaynst the wynde The crow gothe to the water A.iiii. My hart. etc. Yet I tell you mekyll more The cat lyeth in the cradell I pray you kepe true hart in store A peny for a ladell My hart. etc. I swere by faynt Katheryn of kent The gose gothe to the grene All our dogges tayle is brent It is not as I wene My hart. etc. Tyrlery lorpyn the lauerocke songe So meryly pypes the sparow The cow brake lose, the rope ran home Syr god gyue yow good morow My hart. etc. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #