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... slack , They set it in the glen ; They hang'd the proud sheriff on that , Released their own three men . Traditional Ballad . 100 BOLD ROBIN . Bold Robin has robed him in ghostly 2-2 ROBIN HOOD AND THE THREE SQUIRES 19.
... slack , They set it in the glen ; They hang'd the proud sheriff on that , Released their own three men . Traditional Ballad . 100 BOLD ROBIN . Bold Robin has robed him in ghostly 2-2 ROBIN HOOD AND THE THREE SQUIRES 19.
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... hanging at a bough . 40 " The Earl of Anguish , where art thou ? In my coat - armour thou shalt be , And thou shalt lead the forward Thorough the English country . " Take thee York , " then said the King , " In stead whereas it doth ...
... hanging at a bough . 40 " The Earl of Anguish , where art thou ? In my coat - armour thou shalt be , And thou shalt lead the forward Thorough the English country . " Take thee York , " then said the King , " In stead whereas it doth ...
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... . " " My lord , " says he , " if you have chosen me Of a hundred gunners to be the head , Hang me at your mainmast tree If I miss my mark past three pence bread . ” 50 The next of all my lord he did call , SIR ANDREW BARTON 59.
... . " " My lord , " says he , " if you have chosen me Of a hundred gunners to be the head , Hang me at your mainmast tree If I miss my mark past three pence bread . ” 50 The next of all my lord he did call , SIR ANDREW BARTON 59.
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... Hang me at your mainmast tree If I miss my mark past twelve pence bread . " With pikes , and guns , and bowmen bold , This noble Howard is gone to the sea On the day before midsummer - even , And out at Thames ' mouth sailed they . They ...
... Hang me at your mainmast tree If I miss my mark past twelve pence bread . " With pikes , and guns , and bowmen bold , This noble Howard is gone to the sea On the day before midsummer - even , And out at Thames ' mouth sailed they . They ...
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... hang at my mainmast tree . " With that the pinnace it shot off , That my lord Howard might it well ken ; It struck down my lord's foremast , And killed fourteen of my lord his men . 150 160 " Come hither , Simon , " says my lord SIR ...
... hang at my mainmast tree . " With that the pinnace it shot off , That my lord Howard might it well ken ; It struck down my lord's foremast , And killed fourteen of my lord his men . 150 160 " Come hither , Simon , " says my lord SIR ...
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abbot Agincourt arrow battle BATTLE OF HARLAW Bishop Bishop of Durham bold Robin brave brother Canute captain Chevy Chase crown Dickie dree Durham eagle Earl Douglas Earl Percy Earl Richmond English Evesham's plain Fair Johnnie fell fight Flodden fool fought frae gallant give thee gold gone grace hand hang Harlaw Harry Hunt hath head heart Hielan'men horse Horsley hundred James John Johnnie Armstrong King Henry king of France King of Scots Laird's Jock leaves so brown leugh Liddesdale London lord Howard loud lovely mainmast tree Mary Ambree merry England never night noble numbers o'er pinnace poem pray prince Queen quoth Redde pro victoria ride Robin Hood rose royal says Scotland Scots Scottish shame ship sing Sir Andrew Barton slain spear stout sword ta'en tell thine thou art thou hast thou shalt took Traditional Ballad unto yonder ΙΟ
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Page 155 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Page 135 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Page 154 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 170 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Page 152 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 154 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
Page 145 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Page 100 - Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the deathlike silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke. At once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires; At once the wild alarum clashed from all her reeling spires; From all the batteries of the Tower pealed loud the voice of fear; And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer...
Page 151 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 155 - Cameron's gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which -fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce 'native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!