Scottish Historical and Romantic Ballads: Chiefly Ancient, Volume 1J. Ballantyne & Company, 1808 - Ballads, Scots |
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... morning , the king , with a numerous reinforcement , came on * These stanzas are from the " Ravens Song " of the poet Sturlas . He probably derived his information from his nephew , who was in the expedition . shore ; and he ordered the ...
... morning , the king , with a numerous reinforcement , came on * These stanzas are from the " Ravens Song " of the poet Sturlas . He probably derived his information from his nephew , who was in the expedition . shore ; and he ordered the ...
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... morning they came back in search of the bo- dies of those who had dropt . Among the dead were Haco of Steini , and Thorgisl Glop- pa , both belonging to King Haco's house- hold ; there fell also a worthy vassal called Karlhoved , from ...
... morning they came back in search of the bo- dies of those who had dropt . Among the dead were Haco of Steini , and Thorgisl Glop- pa , both belonging to King Haco's house- hold ; there fell also a worthy vassal called Karlhoved , from ...
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... morn ; Quhen lo doun in a grassy dale , They heard their fatheris horn . “ That horn , quod they , neir sounds in peace , " We haif other sport to byde ; " And sune they heyd them up the hill , And sune were at his syde . X. " Late ...
... morn ; Quhen lo doun in a grassy dale , They heard their fatheris horn . “ That horn , quod they , neir sounds in peace , " We haif other sport to byde ; " And sune they heyd them up the hill , And sune were at his syde . X. " Late ...
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... The hills and dales frae mang , Nae echo heard in double dints , Nor the lang - winding horn ; Nae mair she blew out braid as she Did e'er that summer's morn . These stanzas , and other variations already quoted , were 43.
... The hills and dales frae mang , Nae echo heard in double dints , Nor the lang - winding horn ; Nae mair she blew out braid as she Did e'er that summer's morn . These stanzas , and other variations already quoted , were 43.
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... faem ; " The king's daughter o ' Noroway , " Its we maun fetch her hame . " They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn , Wi ' a ' the speed they may ; They hae landed in Noroway Upon a Wodensday . 51 They hadna been a week , a week In 50.
... faem ; " The king's daughter o ' Noroway , " Its we maun fetch her hame . " They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn , Wi ' a ' the speed they may ; They hae landed in Noroway Upon a Wodensday . 51 They hadna been a week , a week In 50.
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Aberdene ancient auld ballad battle BATTLE OF HARLAW battle of Largs bleid blude bonny Earl braif castle chamber Christabelle Complaynt of Scotland dame daughter daye dear Dr Percy dreid Earl of Murray Edom Eldridge knighte Erle faes Fairly fair fayre ladye fecht frae fragments Frendraught Frennet Glasgerion Gordon gude Wallace hame Hardyknute Harlaw hast hill Huntley John King Haco king of Norway lady laird land lither lord maid mair manye Marquis maun micht minstrels mony neir Norse Norway Norwegians Ogmund owre Pitcaple poem Quha Quhair Quhat Quhen Quhyle richt romance ROMANTIC BALLADS Rothemay sail sall says Scotch Scotland Scots Scott Scottish servants shyne Sir Patrick Spens Sir Tristrem slain soldan songs stanzas stryfe sune sword syde Syr Cauline thair thee Thomas thou tydins Viser yaim Yles zour zwein
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Page 50 - Noroway, 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. They hadna been a week, a week, In Noroway, but twae, When that the lords o' Noroway Began aloud to say, — ' Ye Scottishmen spend a' our king's goud, And a
Page 50 - 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 51 - 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 came o'er the broken ship, Till a
Page 52 - O where will I get a gude sailor, To take my helm in hand, Till I get up to the tall topmast, To see if I can spy land?" "O here am I, a sailor gude, To take the helm in hand, Till you go up to the tall topmast; But I fear you'll neer spy land.
Page 114 - You dye for love of mee. Fayre ladye, it is for your love That all this dill I drye : For if you wold comfort me with a kisse, Then were I brought from bale to blisse, No lenger wold I lye. Sir knighte, my father is a kinge, I am his onlye heire ; Alas ! and well you knowe, syr knighte, I never can be youre fere. O ladye, thou art a kinges daughter, And I am not thy peere, But let me doe some deedes of armes To be your bacheleere.
Page 113 - Fetche me downe my daughter deere, She is a leeche fulle fine : Goe take him doughe, and the baken bread, And serve him with the wyne soe red ; Lothe I were him to tine.
Page 53 - The ladyes wrang their fingers white, The maidens tore their hair, A for the sake of their true loves, For them they'll see na 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!
Page 53 - He hadna gane a step, a step, A step but barely ane, When a bout flew out of our goodly ship, And the salt sea it came in. " Gae, fetch a web o' the silken claith, " Another o' the twine, " And wap them into our ship's side,
Page 64 - Rothiemay's chamber and wakened him to rise ; and as he is wakening him, the timber passage and lofting of the chamber hastily takes fire, so that none of them could win down stairs again ; so they turned to a window looking to the close, where they piteously cried many times. Help, help ! for God's cause!
Page 49 - 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 sailed the sea.