English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 3Francis James Child Little, Brown, 1860 - Ballads, English |
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... bring her hame . " Your blessing , your blessing , my mother dear ! Your blessing now grant to me ! " - " Instead of a blessing ye sall have my curse , And you'll get nae blessing frae me . " - She has call'd upon her waiting - maid ...
... bring her hame . " Your blessing , your blessing , my mother dear ! Your blessing now grant to me ! " - " Instead of a blessing ye sall have my curse , And you'll get nae blessing frae me . " - She has call'd upon her waiting - maid ...
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... Bring her intill his bower . Ir's fifty miles to Sittingen's rocks , As ever was ridden or gane ; And Earl Robert has wedded a wife , But he dare na bring her hame . And Earl Robert has wedded a wife , & c . His mother , she call'd to ...
... Bring her intill his bower . Ir's fifty miles to Sittingen's rocks , As ever was ridden or gane ; And Earl Robert has wedded a wife , But he dare na bring her hame . And Earl Robert has wedded a wife , & c . His mother , she call'd to ...
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... bring me a pint of wine , For I dinna weel ken what hour of this day That my son Earl Robert shall dine . " She's put it to her fause , fause cheek , But an ' her fause , fause chin ; She's put it to her fause , fause lips ; But never a ...
... bring me a pint of wine , For I dinna weel ken what hour of this day That my son Earl Robert shall dine . " She's put it to her fause , fause cheek , But an ' her fause , fause chin ; She's put it to her fause , fause lips ; But never a ...
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... bring her a riding weed ; And she called to her stable groom , To saddle her milk - white steed . But when she came to Earl Robert's bouir , To the middle of a ' the ha ' , 35 40 There were bells a ringing and sheets down hinging , And ...
... bring her a riding weed ; And she called to her stable groom , To saddle her milk - white steed . But when she came to Earl Robert's bouir , To the middle of a ' the ha ' , 35 40 There were bells a ringing and sheets down hinging , And ...
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... bring her down . " Then Lamkin's tane a sharp knife , That hang down by his gaire , And he has gi'en the bonny babe A deep wound and a sair . 20 25 30 35 Then Lamkin he rocked , And the fause nourice sang 96 LAMKIN .
... bring her down . " Then Lamkin's tane a sharp knife , That hang down by his gaire , And he has gi'en the bonny babe A deep wound and a sair . 20 25 30 35 Then Lamkin he rocked , And the fause nourice sang 96 LAMKIN .
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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 dear 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 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
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Page 148 - The first line that Sir Patrick red, A loud lauch lauched he; The next line that Sir Patrick red, The teir blinded his ee. "O wha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o...
Page 151 - O wha is this has done this deed, 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." They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn, Wi' a' the speed they may; They hae landed in Noroway, Upon a Wodensday.
Page 59 - 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 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 bonny blue een : Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
Page 150 - 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.
Page 59 - As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane ; The tane unto the t'other say, " Where sail we gang and dine to-day ? " — " 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 lady fair. " His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk, to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
Page 149 - O lang, lang may their ladies sit, Wi thair fans into their hand, Or eir they se Sir Patrick Spence Cum sailing to the land. O lang, lang may the ladies stand, Wi thair gold kems in their hair, Waiting for thair ain deir lords, For they'll se thame na mair.
Page 152 - Now ever alake, 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 152 - O, where will I get a gude sailor To take my helm in hand, Till I get up to the tall top-mast To see if I can spy land ?" " O here am I, a sailor gude, To take the helm in hand, Till ye get up to the tall top-mast ; But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.
Page 150 - 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 148 - O wha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o' the yeir, To sail upon the se?