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Brayd on , brayd on , my stalwart sons , “ Grit cause we hae to feir ; the canny
ferce contemn “ The hap they canna veir . " But ay • Return , return , ye men of
bluid , * And bring me back my chylde ! The dolefu voice frae mid the ha Reculd ,
wi ...
Brayd on , brayd on , my stalwart sons , “ Grit cause we hae to feir ; the canny
ferce contemn “ The hap they canna veir . " But ay • Return , return , ye men of
bluid , * And bring me back my chylde ! The dolefu voice frae mid the ha Reculd ,
wi ...
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Ye are nae wont to greit wi ' wreuch , “ Grit cause ye ha I dreid ; “ Hae a ' our sons
their lives redemd “ Frae furth the dowie feid ? ” • Saif are our valiant sons , ye
see , • But lack their sister deir ; When she's awa , bot any doubt , • We hae grit ...
Ye are nae wont to greit wi ' wreuch , “ Grit cause ye ha I dreid ; “ Hae a ' our sons
their lives redemd “ Frae furth the dowie feid ? ” • Saif are our valiant sons , ye
see , • But lack their sister deir ; When she's awa , bot any doubt , • We hae grit ...
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Thou was consavit in the grit Eclipps , Ane Monster maid be grit Mercurius , Nae
Hald - again or Ho is on thy Hipps , Infortunate , curst , false and furious , Nl -
schriven , wan - thriven , not clean nor curious , A Myting for flyting , the Flurdome
...
Thou was consavit in the grit Eclipps , Ane Monster maid be grit Mercurius , Nae
Hald - again or Ho is on thy Hipps , Infortunate , curst , false and furious , Nl -
schriven , wan - thriven , not clean nor curious , A Myting for flyting , the Flurdome
...
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... And gat thair wages for reward . Malcomtosch of the clan heid cheif , Maclean
with his grit haughty heid , With all thair succour and relief , War dulefully dung to
the deid : And now we are freid of thair feid , They 108 BRITISH MINSTRÉL ,
... And gat thair wages for reward . Malcomtosch of the clan heid cheif , Maclean
with his grit haughty heid , With all thair succour and relief , War dulefully dung to
the deid : And now we are freid of thair feid , They 108 BRITISH MINSTRÉL ,
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The Lord Salton of Rothemay , A man of micht and meikle main ; Grit dolour was
for his decay , That sae unhappylie was slain . Of the best men among them was ,
The gracious gude Lord Ogilvy , The sherriff - principall of Angus ; Renownit for ...
The Lord Salton of Rothemay , A man of micht and meikle main ; Grit dolour was
for his decay , That sae unhappylie was slain . Of the best men among them was ,
The gracious gude Lord Ogilvy , The sherriff - principall of Angus ; Renownit for ...
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Page 37 - But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Page 99 - And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before. Away went Gilpin, and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig: He lost them sooner than at first, For why? — they were too big. Now...
Page 96 - Till, loop and button failing both, at last it flew away. Then might all people well discern the bottles he had slung; A bottle swinging at each side, as hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, " Well done! " as loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin, who but he! his fame soon spread around; "He carries weight! He rides a race! "Tis for a thousand pound!
Page 97 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Page 36 - I'm the chief of Ulva's Isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. "And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. "His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then...
Page 96 - Were shatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he...
Page 98 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. " But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face ; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case." Said John — "It is my wedding day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.
Page 93 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Page 95 - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt when he set out, Of running such a rig.
Page 95 - His long red cloak well brush'd and neat He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So fair and softly...
Bibliographic information
| Title | British Minstrel, Volume 2 British Minstrel, John Struthers |
| Author | John Struthers |
| Published | 1822 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 25 Apr 2007 |
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