“ O mother, mother, make my bed,
⁠O make it saft and narrow,
Since my love died for me to-day,
⁠I’ll die for him to-morrow.
This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ Aro less freo to Lord Dacre than Allen-a-dale.
Allen-a-dale was ne’er belted a knight,
Tho’ his spur be as sharp, and his blade be as bright;
Allen-a-dale is no baron or lord,
Yet twenty tall yeomen will draw at his word:
And the best of our nobles his bonnet will veil,
Who at Rerecross or Stanmore meets Allen-a-dale.
Allen-a-dale to his wooing is como,
The mother she ask’d of his household and home;
Tho’ the castle of Richmond stands fair on the hill. ”