English and Scottish ballads, selected and ed. by F.J. Child, Volume 3Francis James Child 1857 |
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Aldingar amang auld awaye babe bairn baith ballad bonny bower bride Buchan's castle Childe Waters Clyde's water daughter daye doun dowie Earl Richard Ellen Fair Annie fair Scotland father Fause Foodrage fayre frae Gae hame gane gang gold gowd Græme gude lord ha'e hadna hand heart king kirk knee knight ladye laird Lammikin land Lord Weire maid Mary Hamilton maun Minstrelsy mony mother dear Motherwell Motherwell's nae mair nane ne'er never nourice o'er ower Patrick Spence Queen ride sall sayd Sayes Says Scotland Scottish Border shee Sir Aldingar Sir Hugh Sir Patrick Sir Patrick Spens slain spak steed sweet sword syne Syr Cauline ta'en thee thou thro town true love unto weel Whan wine winna wold Yarrow Ye'll young Hunting young Redin young Waters
Popular passages
Page 153 - And tauld the king o' me, To send us out, at this time of the year, To sail upon the sea? * Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet *, Our ship must sail the faem ; The king's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis we must fetch her hame...
Page 59 - In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new-slain Knight ; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. ' His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet. ' Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pick out his bonny blue een : Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
Page 59 - As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane ; The tane unto the t'other say, "Where sail we gang and dine to-day " " In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new-slain knight ; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. " His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk, to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another...
Page 155 - He hadna gane a step, a step, A step but barely ane, When a bout flew out of our goodly ship, And the salt sea it came in. 'Gae fetch a web o' the silken claith, Another o' the twine, And wap them into our ship's side, And let na the sea come in.
Page 152 - O whare will I get a skeely skipper To sail this new ship of mine ? " O up and spake an eldern knight, « Sat at the king's right knee : " Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor That ever sailed the sea.
Page 150 - O wha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o' the yeir, To sail upon the se?
Page 135 - You that executors be made, And overseers eke Of children that be fatherless, And infants mild and meek ; Take you example by this thing, And yield to each his right, Lest God with such like miserye Your wicked minds requite.
Page 78 - And he paid a crown, and it went roun', It was all for the gude wine and free. And he has to the stable gane, Where there stude thirty steeds and three ; He's ta'en his ain horse amang them a', 25 And hame he rade sae manfullie. " Welcome, my auld father ! " said Christie Graeme, " But where sae lang frae hame were ye ? " — " It's I hae been at Carlisle town, And a baffled man by thee I be.
Page 194 - She's taen her seven sons in her hand, I wot she didna fail; She met Lord Thomas and his bride, As they came oer the dale.
Page 154 - O where will I get a gude sailor, To take my helm in hand, Till I get up to the tall topmast, To see if I can spy land?' 'O here am I, a sailor gude, To take the helm in hand, Till you go up to the tall topmast, But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.