English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 3Francis James Child Little, Brown, 1860 - Ballads, English |
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... thou canst keep thy clattering toung , That trattles in thy head . " She has call'd upon her bower maidens , She has call'd them ane by ane ; " There lies a dead man in my bour : I wish that he were gane ! " They hae booted him , and ...
... thou canst keep thy clattering toung , That trattles in thy head . " She has call'd upon her bower maidens , She has call'd them ane by ane ; " There lies a dead man in my bour : I wish that he were gane ! " They hae booted him , and ...
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... thou sall hae a cage o ' gowd , Where thou hast but the wand . " . “ Awa ! awa ! ye ill woman ! Nae cage o ' gowd for me ; As ye hae done to Erl Richard , Sae wad ye do to me . ” She hadna cross'd a rigg o ' land , A rigg but barely ane ...
... thou sall hae a cage o ' gowd , Where thou hast but the wand . " . “ Awa ! awa ! ye ill woman ! Nae cage o ' gowd for me ; As ye hae done to Erl Richard , Sae wad ye do to me . ” She hadna cross'd a rigg o ' land , A rigg but barely ane ...
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... Thou'll no get none of his gold , ” she said . " Nor none of his white monie ; 45 50 Thou'll no get a ring of his smallest finger , 28 EARL ROBERT . a The Queen's Marie b Mary Hamilton.
... Thou'll no get none of his gold , ” she said . " Nor none of his white monie ; 45 50 Thou'll no get a ring of his smallest finger , 28 EARL ROBERT . a The Queen's Marie b Mary Hamilton.
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Francis James Child. Thou'll no get a ring of his smallest finger , Tho ' thy heart should break in three . " She set her foot unto a stone , Her back unto a tree ; She set her foot unto a stone , And her heart did break in three ! The ...
Francis James Child. Thou'll no get a ring of his smallest finger , Tho ' thy heart should break in three . " She set her foot unto a stone , Her back unto a tree ; She set her foot unto a stone , And her heart did break in three ! The ...
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... thou shedst manye a teare ? Or , if it be my head bookes - man , Aggrieved he shal bee : For no man here within my howse Shall doe wrong unto thee . " 40 " O it is not your head bookes - man , 45 Nor none of his degree : But , on to ...
... thou shedst manye a teare ? Or , if it be my head bookes - man , Aggrieved he shal bee : For no man here within my howse Shall doe wrong unto thee . " 40 " O it is not your head bookes - man , 45 Nor none of his degree : But , on to ...
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amang auld awaye babe bairn baith ballad bower bride Buchan's Childe Waters Clyde's water copy daughter daye dear doun dowie Ellen ERLINTON Fair Annie fair Scotland father Fause Foodrage fayre ladye fight foot-page frae Gae hame gane gang gold gowd Grĉme gude lord ha'e hadna hand heart Jew's king kirk knee knight kyng Estmere lady ladye laird Lamkin Lammikin land Lord Weire Mary Hamilton maun Minstrelsy mony mother Motherwell Motherwell's nae mair nane ne'er never Noroway nourice o'er owre Queen rade ride sail sall sayd Sayes Says Scotland Scottish Ballads Scottish Border shee Sir Aldingar Sir Hugh Sir Patrick Spens slain 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 Waters
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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.