English and Scottish Ballads: Book III. Tragic love-ballads. Book IV. Tragic Ballads (pt. 1-10)Francis James Child Little, Brown, 1857 - Ballads, English |
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Page 249 - What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?" "I gat eels boiled in broo; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down.
Page 212 - I wish I were where Helen lies; Night and day on me she cries ; O that I were where Helen lies On fair Kirconnell lea ! Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me ! 0 think na but my heart was sair When my Love dropt down and spak nae mair! 1 laid her down wi...
Page 211 - I wish I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; And I am weary of the skies, For her sake that died for me.
Page 47 - And out and spake the third o' them, "I wot that they are lovers dear!" And out and spake the fourth o' them, "They hae been in love this mony a year!" Then out and spake the fifth o' them, "It were great sin true love to twain!
Page 117 - For your strokes they are wondrous sair; True lovers I can get many a ane, But a father I can never get mair.
Page 155 - He sent his man down through the town, To the place where she was dwelling ; " O haste and come to my master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan.
Page 211 - Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms Burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me ! 0 think na ye my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spak' nae mair ! There did she swoon wi' meikle care, On fair Kirconnell lea.
Page 125 - LORD Thomas and fair Annet Sate a' day on a hill; Whan night was cum, and sun was sett, They had not talkt their fill. Lord Thomas said a word in jest, Fair Annet took it ill: " A' I will nevir wed a wife Against my ain friends will.
Page 143 - I'll away to fair Marg'ret's bower, By the leave of my ladie. And when he came to fair Marg'ret's bower, He knocked at the ring ; And who so ready as her seven brethren To let sweet William in. Then he turned up the covering-sheet. Pray let me see the dead ; ' Methinks she looks all pale and wan, She hath lost her cherry red. I'll do more for thee, Margaret, Than any of thy kin ; For I will kiss thy pale wan lips, Though a smile I cannot win.
Page 300 - OF a' the maids o' fair Scotland, The fairest was Marjorie ; And young Benjie was her ae true love, And a dear true love was he. And wow but they were lovers dear, And loved fu' constantlie ; But aye the mair when they fell out, The sairer was their plea.