In Campbelltown myluve was born, Her mither in Glen Turrit!
The ladie's handis were quhyte als milk, (Ringis my luve wore mair nor ane).
It was al bricht quhare that ladie stude, (Far my luve fure ower the sea).
And dinna sae uncivil be; Gif ye hae ony luvefor me, O wrang na my virginitie.
Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause Luve was true.
Then tuned to plaintive strains their tongue, "Of Scotland's luve and lee.
And many a hunting song they sung, And song of game and glee; Then tuned to plaintive strains their tongue, "Of Scotland's luve and lee.
He tells her they will never pairt-- 'Tis life and luve taegither-- The world has got the song by hairt He sang among the heather.
The fire that's blawn on Beltane e'en, May weel be black gin Yule; But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule.
Or what's to me a siller croun, Gin' frae my luve I part?
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird That sings upon the bough; Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause Luve was true.
The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still travels on its way; And channels deeper as it rins The luve o' life's young day.
She courted him sax years and a day, 5 Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O, At length her fause-luve did her betray, Alane by the green burn sidie O.
A worthy prince, that had no peir, 45 Hes tane the deid on hand, For the luve of the lady cleir, And held full trewe cunnand.
If ye luve me, my lady gay, As ye protest ye do, Then turn your love from this gay knight, 230 And reach your hand to me.
Who sees her must luve her, who luves her must dee.
And the wind has blawin my plaid awa 2 'If I had yon horn in my kist, And the bonny laddie here that I luve best!
And of that dede in taknyng He gave his lemman thare a ryng, And bad hyr that scho suld kepe that wele, And hald for hys luve that jwele.
First blew the sweet, the simmer wind, Then autumn wi her breath sae kind, Before that eer the guid knight came The tokens of his luve to claim.
A gallant squire cam sweet Isabel to wooe; Her sister had naething to luve I trow.
Ane by ane thae things are sweet, Ane by ane in luve they're meet; But when they a' in ae maid bide, She is fittest for a bride.
My luve to her was most sincere, Her luve was great for me, But when she hardships doth endure, Her folly she does see.
Then fell the brown an yellow leaf Afore the knight o luve shawed prief; Three morns the winter's rime did fa, When loud at our yett myluve did ca.
Where was you, where was ye, my merrymen a', That I do luve sae dear, That ye didna waken me out o my sleep When my true love was here?
Where was ye, where was ye, my gay goshawk, That I do luvesae dear, That ye didna waken me out o my sleep When my true love was here?
Where was ye, my bonnie grey steed, That I do luve sae dear, That ye didna waken me out o my sleep When my true love was here?
But filld was she wi dolour and ire, To see that to her the comlie squire 6 Preferd the debonair Isabel: Their hevin of luve of spyte was her hell.
Little kend he, whan aff he rode, I was his tokend luve in the wood; Or when he gied me the wedding-token, He was sealing the vows he thought were broken.
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird, That sings upon the bough; Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause luve was true.
Robin, in dule I am so drest That luve will be my bane.
Robin answerit 'By the Rude Na thing of luve I knaw, But keipis my scheip undir yon wud: Lo, quhair they raik on raw.
Robin, in dule[421] I am so drest, That luve will be my bane.
My brother Douglas may upbraid, upbraid, And strive with threatning words to muve me: My luver's blood is on thy spear, 95 How canst thou ever bid me luve thee?
How luve him upon the banks of Tweed, That slew my luveon the Braes of Yarrow?
Robin, thou reivs[420] me of my rest; I luvebot thee alane.
He gain'd the luve of ladies gay, Nane eir tul him was coy: Ah, wae is me!
I luve you alone, an' nae ither body i' the wide, wide world.
Man, a've often girned that he sud fecht awa for us a', and maybe dee before he kent that he hed githered mair luve than ony man in the Glen.
The colophon of his poem “To luve vnluvit” expressly states that the piece was written “quhen his wyfe left him.
Or want ye as muckle o' dear bought luve As your heart can conteen?
I want nae roses to my breast, Nae ribbons to my sheen; Nor want I as muckle dear boughtluve As my heart can conteen.
Quhen Alysandyr oure kyng wes dede, That Scotland led in luve and le, Away wes sons of ale and brede, Of wyne and wax, of gamyn and gle: Oure gold wes changyd into lede.
The above list will hopefully give you a few useful examples demonstrating the appropriate usage of "luve" in a variety of sentences. We hope that you will now be able to make sentences using this word.
