Minstrelsy, Ancient and Modern: With an Historical Introduction and Notes, Volume 1

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W. D. Ticknor & Company, 1846 - Ballads, English

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Page 164 - O whare will I get a skeely skipper, To sail this new ship of mine ?" O up and spak' an eldern knight, Sat at the king's right knee, " Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor, That ever sailed the sea.
Page 270 - THERE lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she ; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them oer the sea...
Page 271 - It neither grew in syke nor ditch, Nor yet in ony sheugh; But at the gates o' Paradise That birk grew fair eneugh.
Page 166 - 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 top-masts lap, It was sic a deadly storm ; And the waves cam o'er the broken ship, Till a
Page 73 - For Wetharryngton my harte was wo, That ever he slayne shulde be ; For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to, Yet he knyled and fought on hys kne.
Page 163 - 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.
Page 61 - Tis we must fetch her hame ' They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn, Wi' a' the speed they may ; They hae landed in Noroway, Upon a Wodensday.
Page 168 - 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 na mair.
Page 197 - 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.
Page 245 - I wad never hae trodden on Irish ground, If it had not been for thee. " I might have had a king's daughter, Far far beyond the sea ; 1 might have had a king's daughter, Had it not been for love o

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