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... thine . And here shee sends thee a silken scarfe Bedewde with many a teare , And biddes thee sometimes thinke on her , Who loved thee so deare . And here she sends thee a ring of golde The last boone thou mayst have , And biddes thee ...
... thine . And here shee sends thee a silken scarfe Bedewde with many a teare , And biddes thee sometimes thinke on her , Who loved thee so deare . And here she sends thee a ring of golde The last boone thou mayst have , And biddes thee ...
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... for thy bride ; ' And as thou love her , and hold her deare , Heaven prosper thee and thine ! And nowe my blessing wend wi ' thee , My lovelye Emmeline ! ' ' O no , O no , my brother dear 22 THE BOOK OF BRITISH BALLADS .
... for thy bride ; ' And as thou love her , and hold her deare , Heaven prosper thee and thine ! And nowe my blessing wend wi ' thee , My lovelye Emmeline ! ' ' O no , O no , my brother dear 22 THE BOOK OF BRITISH BALLADS .
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... thine eye ? Now go again , and throw it in , Or here the one of us shall dye . ' The duke , all shent with this rebuke , No aunswer made unto the king ; But to the river took the sword , And threw it far as he could fling . A hand and ...
... thine eye ? Now go again , and throw it in , Or here the one of us shall dye . ' The duke , all shent with this rebuke , No aunswer made unto the king ; But to the river took the sword , And threw it far as he could fling . A hand and ...
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... thine for aye my lande shall be . ' Then John he did him to record draw , And John he cast him a gods - pennic ; But for every pounde that John agreed , The lande , I wis , was well worth three . Hee told him the golde upon the borde ...
... thine for aye my lande shall be . ' Then John he did him to record draw , And John he cast him a gods - pennic ; But for every pounde that John agreed , The lande , I wis , was well worth three . Hee told him the golde upon the borde ...
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... thine all , And brought thyself to penurie ? • All this my boding mind misgave , I therefore left this trustye friend : Let it now sheeld thy foule disgrace , And all thy shame and sorrowes end . ' ' Nowe well - a - day , ' sayd the ...
... thine all , And brought thyself to penurie ? • All this my boding mind misgave , I therefore left this trustye friend : Let it now sheeld thy foule disgrace , And all thy shame and sorrowes end . ' ' Nowe well - a - day , ' sayd the ...
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Page 71 - 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...
Page 71 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
Page 60 - Few sorrows hath she of her own. My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve.
Page 34 - Wi' the auld moon in her arm; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm." 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 cam o'er the broken ship, Till a
Page 61 - And saved from outrage worse than death The lady of the land ; And how she wept and...
Page viii - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 150 - Knight; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. "His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet. "Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pick out his bonny blue een: Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
Page 108 - The youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds. "How pleasant...
Page 60 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Page 34 - A' for the sake of their true loves ; For them they'll see nae mair. O lang, lang, may the ladyes sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand ! And lang, lang, may the maidens sit, Wi' their goud kaims in their hair, A' waiting for their ain dear loves ! For them they'll see nae mair.