The Norfolk garland: a collection of the superstitious beliefs and practices, proverbs, curious customs, ballads and songs, of the people of Norfolk [&c.]. Compiled by J. Glyde

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John Glyde
Jarrold and sons, 1872 - Ballads, English - 405 pages
 

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Page 251 - Compound for sins they are inclined to, By damning those they have no mind to...
Page 60 - FAREWELL, rewards and Fairies !' Good housewives now may say ; For now foul sluts in dairies Do fare as well as they! And though they sweep their hearths no less Than Maids were wont to do; Yet who, of late, for cleanliness, Finds sixpence in her shoe! Lament, lament, old Abbeys! The Fairies' lost command! They did but change Priests' babies; But some have changed your land!
Page 46 - Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, Bless the bed that I lie on. Four corners to my bed, Four angels round my head; One to watch and one to pray And two to bear my soul away.
Page 186 - Did vow to do his charge, Because the wretch that hired him, Had paid him very large. The other won't agree thereto, So here they...
Page 240 - It is a pretty thing, As sweet unto a shepherd as a king, And sweeter too : For kings have cares that wait upon a crown, And cares can make the sweetest...
Page 240 - Ah then, ah then, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, What lady would not love a shepherd swain...
Page 160 - A gentleman of Wales, a knight of Cales, And a laird of the North country; But a yeoman of Kent with his yearly rent Will buy them out all three.
Page 185 - God never prosper me nor mine, Nor aught else that I have, If I do wrong your children deare, When you are layd in grave.
Page 60 - Ciss to milking rose, Then merrily went their tabor, And nimbly went their toes. Witness those rings and roundelays Of theirs, which yet remain ; Were footed in Queen Mary's days On many a grassy plain. But since of late...
Page 254 - Go, youth beloved ! in distant glades, "New friends, new hopes, new joys to find ! Yet sometimes deign, midst fairer maids, To think on her thou leav'st behind. Thy love, thy fate, dear youth, to share, Must never be my happy lot ; But thou may'st grant this humble prayer, — Forget me not, forget me not ! " Yet should the thought of my distress Too painful to thy feelings be, Heed not the wish I now express, Nor ever deign to think of me.

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