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Page 232 - 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 pike out his bonny blue een : Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
Page 114 - Percy present word He would prevent his sport. The English earl, not fearing that, Did to the woods resort, With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Page 177 - Now ever alake, my master dear, I fear a deadly storm ! " I saw the new moon, late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm ; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm.
Page 247 - He has gotten a coat of the even cloth, And a pair of shoes of velvet green ; And, till seven years were gane and past, True Thomas on earth was never seen.
Page 246 - And see ye not that braid braid road, That lies across that lily leven ? That is the path of wickedness, Though some call it the road to heaven. " And see not ye that bonny road, That winds about the fernie brae? That is the road to fair Elfland, Where thou and I this night maun gae. " But, Thomas, ye maun hold your tongue, Whatever ye may hear or see ; For, if you speak word in Elflyn land, Ye'll ne'er get back to your ain countrie.
Page 244 - Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hung fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas, he...
Page 117 - No, Douglas, quoth Earl Percy then, Thy proffer I do scorn ; I will not yield to any Scot That ever yet was born. .With that there came an arrow keen Out of an English bow, Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart, A deep and deadly blow : Who never spoke more words than these : Fight on, my merry men all ; For why ? my life is at an end : Lord Percy sees my fall.
Page 245 - Harp and carp, Thomas,' she said, ' Harp and carp along wi' me, And if ye dare to kiss my lips, Sure of your bodie I will be.' ' Betide me weal, betide me woe, That weird shall never daunton me ' ; Syne he has kissed her rosy lips, All underneath the Eildon Tree.