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Page 154 - 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 87 - A brawer bower ye ne'er did see, Than my true love he built for me. There came a man, by middle day He spied his sport, and went away ; And brought the King that very night, Who brake my bower, and slew my knight. He slew my knight, to me sae dear; He slew my knight, and poin'd ' his gear; My servants all for life did flee, And left me in extremitie.
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 61 - 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.
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 151 - Wi the auld moone in hir arme, And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will cum to harme." O our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weet their cork-heild schoone ; Bot lang owre a' the play wer playd, Thair hats they swam aboone.
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 129 - Their uncle should possess their wealth ; For so the will did run. "Now, brother," said the dying man,
Page 153 - O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the king o me, To send us out, at this time of the year, To sail upon the sea?
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.