Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs: Also, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, Taken Down from Oral Recitation and Transcribed from Private Manuscripts, Rare Broadsides, and Scarce PublicationsRobert Bell |
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Adam Bell ancient Arthur O'Bradley ballad barley-mow beauty beggar bonny milldams boys brave bride broadside called Catskin copy cried dance daughter dear death doth drink Earl Brand England Ettricke Foreste fair father frae gallant give gold Greensleeves grief gude hand harvest-home hear heart Here's a health honour husbandman jolly jovial hunter king knight lady ladye land lass Little John live Lord Lord Gregory maid married Mary Ambree merrily merry milldams of Binnorie ne'er never noble painful plough Percy Percy Society pleasure plough plow poem poor Popular Music pounds pray pretty Bessee printed quoth Ralph Erskine rich Robin Hood says Scho servingman sewe sing song sorrow squire sung sweet sword Taunton Dean tell thayme thee thou art thy horn true tune unto verse wedding wife Wind well thy wyth young
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Page 132 - 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 anchors brak, and the top-masts lap, It was sic a deadly storm ; And the waves cam' o'er the broken ship, Till a
Page 81 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Page 130 - Our king has written a braid letter, And sealed it with his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, Was walking on the strand. "To Noroway, to Noroway, To Noroway o'er the faem; The king's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis thou maun bring her hame.
Page 65 - COME listen to me, you gallants so free, All you that love mirth for to hear, And I will tell you of a bold outlaw, That lived in Nottinghamshire. As Robin Hood in the forest stood, All under the green-wood tree...
Page 131 - And tauld the king o' me, To send us out, at this time of the year, To sail upon the sea ? " Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet, Our ship must sail the faem ; The king's daughter of Noroway, Tis we must fetch her hame.
Page 121 - O hold your hand, Lord William!" she said, "For your strokes they are wondrous sair; True lovers I can get many a ane, But a father I can never get mair.
Page 130 - O whare will I get a skeely skipper, To sail this new ship of mine ?' — O up and spake an eldern knight, Sat at the King's right knee, — 'Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor, That ever...
Page 211 - O where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son? O where hae ye been, my handsome young man?" "I hae been to the wild wood; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down." "Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?
Page 123 - And they twa met, and they twa plat, And fain they wad be near; And a' the warld might ken right weel, They were twa lovers dear.
Page 120 - RISE up, rise up, now, lord Douglas," she says, " And put on your armour so bright ; Let it never be said that a daughter of thine Was married to a lord under night. " Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons, And put on your armour so bright, And take better care of your youngest sister, For your eldest's awa