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Page lxvii
... weel thorn ; For blaw it weet , or blaw it wind , My gude ship sails the morn . Then out it speaks a gude auld man- A gude deid mat he die , " Whatever I do , my gude master , Take God your guide to be . For late yestreen I saw the new ...
... weel thorn ; For blaw it weet , or blaw it wind , My gude ship sails the morn . Then out it speaks a gude auld man- A gude deid mat he die , " Whatever I do , my gude master , Take God your guide to be . For late yestreen I saw the new ...
Page lxviii
... weel - faur'd heir , And the weary heir o ' Linne , Yonder he stands at his father's gate , And naebody bids him come in . O see whare he gangs , and see whare he stands , The weary heir o ' Linne . O see whare he stands on the cauld ...
... weel - faur'd heir , And the weary heir o ' Linne , Yonder he stands at his father's gate , And naebody bids him come in . O see whare he gangs , and see whare he stands , The weary heir o ' Linne . O see whare he stands on the cauld ...
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... weel , That he's had out her liver and lungs ; And wi ' these he has feasted his bludy hounds , As if they had been erl's sons . They eat sae much o ' the venison , And drank sae much o ' the blude , That Johnie and a ' his bludy hounds ...
... weel , That he's had out her liver and lungs ; And wi ' these he has feasted his bludy hounds , As if they had been erl's sons . They eat sae much o ' the venison , And drank sae much o ' the blude , That Johnie and a ' his bludy hounds ...
Page 47
... weel my ae fause love , That I have loved sae lang ; It sets ye3 chuse another love , And let young Benjie gang . " Then Marjorie turned her round about , The tear blinding her e'e , " I dare na , dare na , let thee in , But I'll come ...
... weel my ae fause love , That I have loved sae lang ; It sets ye3 chuse another love , And let young Benjie gang . " Then Marjorie turned her round about , The tear blinding her e'e , " I dare na , dare na , let thee in , But I'll come ...
Page 72
... weel , my brothers three ? Bot , and Gin my sister Lady Maisry be weel , There's naething can ail me . ” ' Your father and your mother is weel , Bot 72.
... weel , my brothers three ? Bot , and Gin my sister Lady Maisry be weel , There's naething can ail me . ” ' Your father and your mother is weel , Bot 72.
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amang ancient ballads Andrew Lammie Annie auld baith ballad birk blude bonny Annie Border Minstrelsy bower brother brume blooms bonnie Childe Maurice Clerk Saunders collection copy daughter dear doun Earl Earl Marshall Edinburgh edition Editor Fair Janet fair Scotland father fause Fause Foodrage Finlay Fordie frae Fyvie gane gang Gil Morice given gowd green gude hame hand hey lillelu Hynd Horn Jamieson John Johnie Johnie Scot King king's knight Lady Maisry ladye laird land Lord mair Margaret maun Minstrel mother ne'er never o'er old ballads owre poetry Popular Ballads printed Queen rade recitation Reliques Ritson Romance says Scot Scottish Ballads shee Sir Patrick Spens sister spak stanza steed Syr Cauline ta'en thee thou Tiftie's traditionary TWA BROTHERS volume weel ye'll young Benjie Young Johnstone young Logie
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Page liii - For Wetharryngton my harte was wo, That ever he slayne shulde be ; For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to, Yet he knyled and fought on hys kne.
Page 122 - Blow up the fire, my maidens! Bring water from the well! For a' my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well.
Page 121 - THERE lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she ; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them oer the sea. They hadna...
Page 45 - Hame cam his gude horse, But never cam he! Out cam his auld mither Greeting fu' sair, And out cam his bonnie bride Rivin' her hair. Saddled and bridled And booted rade he; Toom hame cam the saddle But never cam he! "My meadow lies green, And my corn is unshorn, My barn is to bigg, And my babie's unborn.
Page 374 - Lie you there, dove Isabel, And all my sorrows lie with thee ; Till Kemp Owyne come ower the sea, And borrow you with kisses three, Let all the warld do what they will, Oh borrowed shall you never be !
Page 7 - As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane ; The tane unto the t'other say, " Where sall we gang and dine to-day...
Page 184 - O mak' my bed, Lady Mother," he says, " O mak' it braid and deep ! And lay Lady Marg'ret close at my back, And the sounder I will sleep." Lord William was dead lang ere midnight, Lady Marg'ret lang ere day — And all true lovers that go thegither, May they have mair luck than they ! Lord William was buried in St.
Page 98 - O what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills, That the sun shines sweetly on ? ' ' O yon are the hills of heaven,' he said, ' Where you will never win.' ' 0 whaten a mountain is yon, she said, ' All so dreary wi' frost and snow ? ' ' O yon is the mountain of hell,' he cried,
Page 21 - The starling flew to his mother's window stane, It whistled and it sang ; And aye the ower word o' the tune Was — " Johnie tarries lang !
Page 183 - They lighted down to tak a drink Of the spring that ran sae clear; And down the stream ran his gude heart's blood, And sair she gan to fear. "Hold up, hold up, Lord William," she says "For I fear that you are slain!