I sing of a maiden that matchless is

Man may longe lives ween (anon 13th century)

I sing of a maiden that matchless is (Gustav Holst)

Edi be thu (anon 13th century)

Now would I fain summer this make (anon 15th century)

My soul has nought but fire and ice (Gustav Holst)

Ivy is good (anon 15th century)

Down by the salley gardens (trad)

Fowles in the frith bird on a briar (anon 13th century)

Jesu sweet now will I sing (Gustav Holst)

Stand well mother under rood (anon 13th to 14th century)