English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 3Little, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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amang auld awaye babe bairn baith ballad bonny bower bride Buchan's Childe Waters Clyde's water copy daughter daye doun dowie Earl Richard Ellen ERLINTON Fair Annie fair Scotland father Fause Foodrage fayre frae Gae hame gane gang gold gowd Græme gude lord ha'e hadna hand heart king kirk knee knight kyng Estmere ladye laird Lammikin land Lord Weire maid Mary Hamilton maun Minstrelsy mony mother dear Motherwell Motherwell's nae mair nane ne'er never nourice o'er ower Queen ride sall sayd Sayes Says Scotland Scottish Ballads Scottish Border shee Sir Aldingar Sir Hugh Sir Patrick Sir Patrick Spens slain steed sweet sword syne Syr Cauline ta'en thee thou thro town true love unto weel Whan wine winna wold Yarrow Ye'll young Hunting young Redin young Waters
Popular passages
Page 61 - In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new-slain knight; And naebody kens that he lies there But his hawk, his hound, and his 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 bonnie blue e'en: Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
Page 150 - O whar will I get guid sailor, To sail this schip of mine?' Up and spak an eldern knicht, Sat at the kings richt kne: 'Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor That sails upon the se.
Page 151 - Wi the auld moone in hir arme, And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will cum to harme." O our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weet their cork-heild schoone; Bot lang owre a' the play wer playd, Thair hats they swam aboone.
Page 130 - You must be father and mother both, And uncle all in one; God...
Page 139 - How will I come up? How can I come up? How can I come to thee? For as ye did to my auld father, The same ye'll do to me.
Page 154 - Our gude ship sails the morn.' 'Now, ever alack, my master dear, I fear a deadly storm! 'I saw the new moon, late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm!
Page 153 - 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 129 - The Children in the Wood NOW ponder well, you parents dear, These words which I shall write ; A doleful story you shall hear, In time brought forth to light. A gentleman of good account In Norfolk dwelt of late, Who did in honour far surmount Most men of his estate.
Page 87 - And happ'd him with the sod sae green. But think na ye my heart was sair, When I laid the moul...
Page 92 - Saddled and bridled And gallant rade he; Hame cam his gude horse, But never cam he. Out cam his auld mither Greeting fu' sair, And out cam his bonnie bride Rivin' her hair. Saddled and bridled And booted rade he; Toom hame cam the saddle But never cam he.