 | Songs, Scots - 1714 - 430 pages
...waeful day ; I fang, my voice the woods returning ; But lang e'er night the fpear was flown That flew my luve, and left me mourning. What can my barbarous barbarous father do, But with his cruel rage purfue me ? My luver's blood is on thy fpear, How can'ft thou, barbarous man, then woo me ? My happy... | |
 | Allan Ramsay - 1733 - 398 pages
...fung, my voice the woods returning, But lang e'er night, the fpear was flown That flew my love, and kit me mourning. What can my barbarous, barbarous father do, But with his cruel rage purfue me ? My lover's blood is on thy fpear; How can 'ft thou, barbarous man, then woo me? My happy... | |
 | William Hamilton - English poetry - 1760 - 290 pages
...woods returning, But lang e'er night the fpear was flown That flew my luve, and left me mourning. What What can my barbarous barbarous father do, But with his cruel rage purfue me ? My luver's blood is on th'y Ipcar, How can'ft thou, barbarous man, then woo me ? My happy... | |
 | Allan Ramsay - 1762 - 506 pages
...day, 1 fung, my voice the woods returning ; But lang ere night the fpear was flown That flew my love, and left me mourning What can my barbarous, barbarous father do, But with his cruel rage purfue me ? My lover's blood is on thy fpear ; How canft thou, barbarous man, then woo me ? My happy... | |
 | Ballads, English - 1765 - 388 pages
...waeful day; I litag, my voice the woods returning : But lang ere night the fpear was flown, That flew my luve, and left me mourning. What can my barbarous barbarous father do, 8; But with his cruel rage purfue me ? My luver's blood is on thy fpear, How can'ft thou, barbarous... | |
 | 1794 - 954 pages
...; I fang, my voice the woods returning, But lang e'er night the fpear was flown That flew my love, and left me mourning, What can my barbarous barbarous father do. But with his cruel rage purfue me ? My luvcr's blood is on thy fpear, How can ft thou, barbarous man, then woo meï My happy... | |
 | Robert Anderson - English poetry - 1795 - 972 pages
...the woods returning. But lang e'er night the fpear was flown That flew my love, and left me monrninj, What can my barbarous barbarous father do, But with his cruel rage purfue me ? My luver's blood is on thy fpear, How canft thou, barbarous man, then woo me? My happy... | |
 | Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - English poetry - 1801 - 368 pages
...there was basely slain my luve, My luve, as he'd not been a lover. Much I rejoyced that waefu' day ; I sang, my voice the woods returning : But lang ere...was flown That slew my luve, and left me mourning. Yet, oh, prepare the bed of luve, With bridal sheets my body cover ; Unbar, ye bridal maids, the door,... | |
 | Robert Southey - English poetry - 1807 - 472 pages
...; I sang, my voice the woods returning, But lang e'er night the spear was flown That slew my love, and left .me mourning. What can my barbarous barbarous...on thy spear, How canst thou, barbarous man, then wot me? My happy sisters may be may be proud, With cruel and ungentle scoffin, May bid me seek on Yarrow... | |
 | William Hamilton, Thomas Park - 1808 - 272 pages
...toofal of the night He lay a corps on the Braes of Yarrow. Much I rejoic'd that waeful waeful day ; I sang, my voice the woods returning; But lang ere night the spear was flown That slew my hive, and left me mourning. What can my barbarous barbarous father do, But with his cruel rage pursue... | |
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But ere the toofall of the night He lay a corps on the Braes of Yarrow. Much I rejoyc'd that waeful, waeful day ; I sang, my voice the woods returning : But lang ere night the spear was flown, That slew my luve, and left me mourning. 
