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" Or wherefore should I kame my hair? For my true love has me forsook, And says he'll never love me mair. "
Scotish Songs: In Two Volumes - Page 236
1869 - 575 pages
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Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic ..., Volume 3

Thomas Percy - Ballads, English - 1812 - 456 pages
...be fyl'd by me : Saint Anton's well sail be my drink, Since my true love has forsaken me. Marti'mas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves aff the tree f O gentle death, whan wilt thou cum ? For of my life 1 am wearie. Tis not the frost, that freezes...
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Elizabeth de Bruce, by the author of Clan-Albin

Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1827 - 1252 pages
...pathos utterly subversive of all Elizabeth's attempts at gravity, an exquisite old ballad — " O, Martinmas' wind when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves aff the tree ? O, gentle death when wilt thou ca', And take a life that wea-ea-ea-earies me ?" " Oh, sirs ! when...
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The Scottish Songs, Volume 2

Robert Chambers - Ballads, Scots - 1829 - 414 pages
...mair. Now Arthur's Seat shall be my bed, The sheets shall ne'er be press'd by me, St Anton's Well -f- shall be my drink, Since my true love has forsaken...thou blaw, And shake the green leaves aff the tree ? O, gentle death, when wilt thou come ? For of my life I am wearie ? "Pis not the frost that freezes...
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Lectures on the English Comic Writers

William Hazlitt - English literature - 1845 - 510 pages
...bed, The sheets sail ne'er be fyld by me : Saint Anton's well sail be my drink, Since my true-love's forsaken me. Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves aff the tree 7 O gentle death, whan wilt thou cum And in k' a life that wearies me '! 'Tis not the frost that freezes...
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Lectures on the English Comic Writers

William Hazlitt - English literature - 1845 - 512 pages
...bed, The sheets sail ne'er be fyld by me: Saint Anton's well sail be my drink, Since my true-love's forsaken me. Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves affthe tree 7 O gentle death, whan wilt thou cum And tak' a life that wearies me 1 Tis not the frost...
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Chambers's Miscellany of Useful and Entertaining Tracts

William Chambers, Robert Chambers - Art - 1846 - 922 pages
...myself in cramasie. Now Arthur's Seat shall be my bed, The sheets shall ne'er be pressed by me ; St Anton's Well shall be my drink, Since my true love has forsaken me. Oh Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves off the tree 1 Oh gentle death,...
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History of the Abbey and Palace of Holyroodhouse

John Parker Lawson - Abbeys - 1848 - 336 pages
...sing sorrowfully — " Now Arthur's Seat shall be my bed, The sheets shall ne'er be press'd by me; St Anton's Well shall be my drink, Since my true love has forsaken me." Lady Barbara was eventually separated from her husband, her father proceeding with a large retinue...
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The illustrated book of Scottish songs

Scottish songs - 1852 - 356 pages
...bed, The sheets shall ne'er be press'd by me, St. Anton's Well shall be my drink, Since my true-love has forsaken me. Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves aff the tree ? 0 gentle death, when wilt thou come ? For of my life I am wearie. 'Tis not the frost that freezes...
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The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth ...

Ballads, Scots - 1854 - 356 pages
...bed, The sheets shall ne'er be press'd by me, St. Anton's Well shall be my drink, Since my true-love has forsaken me. Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves aff the tree ? O gentle death, when wilt thou come ? For of my life I am wearie. 'Tis not the frost that freezes...
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English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 2

Francis James Child - Ballads, English - 1857 - 810 pages
...And says he'll never love me mair. i Now Arthur-Seat shall be my bed, The sheets shall ne'er be fyl'd by me : Saint Anton's well shall be my drink, Since...wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves off the tree? O gentle death, when wilt thou come ? For of my life I'm weary. Tis not the frost that...
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