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... brothers , " he cried , “ Now , is't na time to flee ? ” " Ay , by my sooth ! " they baith replied , " We'll bear your company . " The youngest turned him in a path , And drew a burnished brand , And fifteen of the foremost slew , Till ...
... brothers , " he cried , “ Now , is't na time to flee ? ” " Ay , by my sooth ! " they baith replied , " We'll bear your company . " The youngest turned him in a path , And drew a burnished brand , And fifteen of the foremost slew , Till ...
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... to tree , My younger brother will heir my land , For England again I ne'er will see ! " She went away unto her chamber , All night she never closed her e'e ; And when the day begowd to dawn , At the 22 22 LORD BEICHAN .
... to tree , My younger brother will heir my land , For England again I ne'er will see ! " She went away unto her chamber , All night she never closed her e'e ; And when the day begowd to dawn , At the 22 22 LORD BEICHAN .
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... brothers a ' ayont the sea ; His castles they were tenantless , And wasted was his land sae free . But gowd can weel mak ' a ' thing straight , However it may seem a - gee ; And no a lord in a ' England , Was 24 LORD BEICHAN .
... brothers a ' ayont the sea ; His castles they were tenantless , And wasted was his land sae free . But gowd can weel mak ' a ' thing straight , However it may seem a - gee ; And no a lord in a ' England , Was 24 LORD BEICHAN .
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... yett , And my five brothers her wi ' . " " O where are a ' my porter boys , That I pay meat and fee , To open my yetts baith wide and braid , Let her come in to me ? " When she came in to the presence ha ' , 34 HYNDE ETIN .
... yett , And my five brothers her wi ' . " " O where are a ' my porter boys , That I pay meat and fee , To open my yetts baith wide and braid , Let her come in to me ? " When she came in to the presence ha ' , 34 HYNDE ETIN .
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... brother , But he's far ayont the sea . " " If your father's lord o ' nine castles , Your mother lady o ' three ; It's I am Willie , your ae brother , Was far ayont the sea . " " If ye be my brother Willie , " she said , " As I doubt ...
... brother , But he's far ayont the sea . " " If your father's lord o ' nine castles , Your mother lady o ' three ; It's I am Willie , your ae brother , Was far ayont the sea . " " If ye be my brother Willie , " she said , " As I doubt ...
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amang Andrew Lammie auld bairn baith ballad billie Billy Blin blaw blude Border Minstrelsy bower Captain Ogilvie castle Cromdale daughter dear doun e'er Earl Edinburgh Ettrick Forrest fair Annet Fair Janet fair ladie father fause Fause Foodrage fell frae Frendraught Fyvie gane gang Gilderoy gin ye Glenlogie Gordon gowd Grĉme green gude hadna hame hand heir of Linne hill Johnston King knee knight lads lady ladye Laird Lammikin land lass Lord mair Maisry marry maun Montrose mony mother Motherwell nane ne'er never noble nut-brown bride o'er Octavo Outlaw Outlaw Murray ower owre rade recitation Richie Storie ride sall says Scotland Scottish Sir Walter Scott sister spak stanzas steed suld Syne ta'en thee There's thou true-love unto wadna weel Willie ye maun ye'll yett young young Benjie
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Page 36 - 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...
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Page 256 - ADIEU, madame, my mother dear, But and my sisters three ! Adieu, fair Robert of Orchardstane ! My heart is wae for thee. Adieu the lily and the rose, The primrose, fair to see ! Adieu, my ladye, and only joy ! For I may not stay with thee.
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Page 331 - Which was the unthrifty heire of Linne. His father was a right good lord, His mother a lady of high degree ; But they, alas ! were dead, him froe, And he lov'd keeping companie. To spend the daye with merry...