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... head , And crackit right crousely : " Of Scotland's king I haud my house ; He pays me meat and fee ; And I will keep my gude auld house , While my house will keep me . ” They laid their sowies to the wall , Wi ' mony a heavy peal ; But ...
... head , And crackit right crousely : " Of Scotland's king I haud my house ; He pays me meat and fee ; And I will keep my gude auld house , While my house will keep me . ” They laid their sowies to the wall , Wi ' mony a heavy peal ; But ...
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... the likest Auld Maitland , That ever I did see . " But sic a gloom on ae brow - head , Grant I ne'er see agane ! For mony of our men he slew , And mony put to pain . " When Maitland heard his father's name , An angry man 8 AULD MAITLAND .
... the likest Auld Maitland , That ever I did see . " But sic a gloom on ae brow - head , Grant I ne'er see agane ! For mony of our men he slew , And mony put to pain . " When Maitland heard his father's name , An angry man 8 AULD MAITLAND .
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... I'll gie a rig of land . ” He clanked Piercy ower the head , A deep wound and a sair , * The two first lines are modern , to supply an imperfect stanza . Till the best blood o ' his bodie Came rinning AULD MAITLAND . 11.
... I'll gie a rig of land . ” He clanked Piercy ower the head , A deep wound and a sair , * The two first lines are modern , to supply an imperfect stanza . Till the best blood o ' his bodie Came rinning AULD MAITLAND . 11.
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... head , A deep wound and a sair , Till the best blood of his bodie Came rinning ower his hair . " Now I've slayne twa ; slay ye the ane ; Is na that gude companye ? And tho ' the ane suld slay you baith , Ye'se get na help o ' me . " The ...
... head , A deep wound and a sair , Till the best blood of his bodie Came rinning ower his hair . " Now I've slayne twa ; slay ye the ane ; Is na that gude companye ? And tho ' the ane suld slay you baith , Ye'se get na help o ' me . " The ...
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... head , As wad an earldom buy to thee . " Then up bespak the bride's mother , I wat an angry woman was she ; — " Ye might hae excepted our bonny bride , And mair that's in this companie ! " " My dame , your daughter's fair eneugh , And ...
... head , As wad an earldom buy to thee . " Then up bespak the bride's mother , I wat an angry woman was she ; — " Ye might hae excepted our bonny bride , And mair that's in this companie ! " " My dame , your daughter's fair eneugh , And ...
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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 Græme 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...
Page 35 - 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 341 - They hadna sailed a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap, It was sic a deadly storm, And the waves came o'er the broken ship, Till a
Page 122 - What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randal, my son? What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?" "O they swell'd and they died; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.
Page 123 - For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down." " OI fear ye are poisond, Lord Randal, my son! OI fear ye are poisond, my handsome young man!
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.
Page 101 - Gae back, gae back now, Sweet Willie, And comfort your fair lady ; For where ye had but ae nourice, Your young son shall hae three.
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...