English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 3Francis James Child Little, Brown, 1860 - Ballads, English |
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... " Woe be to the lass o ' Balathy toun , I wat an ill death may she die ; For she bored the coble in seven pairts , And let the waters perish me ! 10 15 20 25 “ O help , O help I can get nane THE WEARY COBLE O ' CARGILL . 31.
... " Woe be to the lass o ' Balathy toun , I wat an ill death may she die ; For she bored the coble in seven pairts , And let the waters perish me ! 10 15 20 25 “ O help , O help I can get nane THE WEARY COBLE O ' CARGILL . 31.
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... death let me die : " " If it be not true , thou litle foot - page , A dead corse shalt thou bee . " O call now downe my faire ladye , O call her downe to mee ; And tell my ladye gay how sicke , And like to die I bee . " Downe then came ...
... death let me die : " " If it be not true , thou litle foot - page , A dead corse shalt thou bee . " O call now downe my faire ladye , O call her downe to mee ; And tell my ladye gay how sicke , And like to die I bee . " Downe then came ...
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... Death has come intill his bower , And split his heart in twain : Sae their twa sauls flew up to heaven , And there shall ever remain . 10 THE THREE RAVENS . From Ritson's Ancient English Songs , 58 BONNY BEE - HO'M .
... Death has come intill his bower , And split his heart in twain : Sae their twa sauls flew up to heaven , And there shall ever remain . 10 THE THREE RAVENS . From Ritson's Ancient English Songs , 58 BONNY BEE - HO'M .
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... death I'm to die . " For if my father and mother got wit , And my bold brethren three , O mickle wad be the gude red blude This day wad be spilt for me ! " O little did my mother ken , That day she cradled me , ' The lands I was to ...
... death I'm to die . " For if my father and mother got wit , And my bold brethren three , O mickle wad be the gude red blude This day wad be spilt for me ! " O little did my mother ken , That day she cradled me , ' The lands I was to ...
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... 'll drink to me again . Here's to you , all travellers , Who travel by land or sea ; Let na wit to my father nor mother The death that I must die . Here's to you , all travellers , That travel on dry land ; Let na wit to b Mary Hamilton.
... 'll drink to me again . Here's to you , all travellers , Who travel by land or sea ; Let na wit to my father nor mother The death that I must die . Here's to you , all travellers , That travel on dry land ; Let na wit to b Mary Hamilton.
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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?