Common ballads and works by unknown authors:

Down in the Meddy
Tutti Fruitti
Beautiful Dreamer, Wake Unto Me
Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes
Wyrlaen Hunting Song

"Down in De Meddy"

Down in de meddy in a itty bitty poo,
Fam fee itty fitty and a mama fitty, foo.
"Fim," fed de mama fitty, "fim if oo tan,"
And dey fam and dey fam all over de dam.
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
And dey fam all over de dam.

"Tutti Fruitti"

Be a rooty-tooty
Find yourself a cutie,
Why should you be snooty.
Just take your cutie, sweet patootie
While you have a Tut-ti Fruit-ti.
Go to the nearest Sugar Bowl,
Do yourself a favor.
Get a taste of what I mean
S'got the mostest, bestest flavor.
Tut-ti Frut-ti Frut-ti
Tut-ti Frut-ti Frut-ti
Tut-ti Frut-ti Frut-ti

"Beautiful Dreamer, Wake Unto Me"

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world, heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea
Mermaids are chanting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
Even as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

"Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes"

Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine.
Or leave a kiss within the cup
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much hon'ring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be;
But thou thereon did'st only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me,
Since when it grows and smells, I swear
Not of itself, but thee.

Wylraen Hunting Song (traditional Wylraen song)

(Almost a chant, almost a song. A hushed, sinister song, strange and alien.)

Silver flashes, moontime gleams
Treetops rustle in the unseen breeze.
Trueblood waits in hidden boughs
With silver flashes and moontime gleams.

Silver
Flashes red
Flashes wet
Flashes clean
Unseen.

Silver
Flashes fright
Flashes death
Flashes light
Silent.

Silver flashes, moontime gleams
Treetops rustle in the unseen breeze
Trueblood leaves through hidden ways
With silver flashes and moontime gleams.