English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 3Francis James Child Little, Brown, 1860 - Ballads, English |
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... Frae gude Erl Richard's bleid . ” — " O better I'll keep my green cleiding Frae gude Erl Richard's bleid , Than thou canst keep thy clattering toung , That trattles in thy head . " She has call'd upon her bower maidens , She has call'd ...
... Frae gude Erl Richard's bleid . ” — " O better I'll keep my green cleiding Frae gude Erl Richard's bleid , Than thou canst keep thy clattering toung , That trattles in thy head . " She has call'd upon her bower maidens , She has call'd ...
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... frae my night's sleep . " They left the douking on the day , And douk'd upon the night ; And where that sackless knight lay slain , The candles burned bright . The deepest pot in a ' the linn , They fand Erl Richard in ; 75 80 85 86 ...
... frae my night's sleep . " They left the douking on the day , And douk'd upon the night ; And where that sackless knight lay slain , The candles burned bright . The deepest pot in a ' the linn , They fand Erl Richard in ; 75 80 85 86 ...
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... 'll get nae blessing frae me . " - She has call'd upon her waiting - maid , To fill a glass of wine ; She has call'd upon her fause steward , To put rank poison in . 6 10 She has put it to her roudes lip , And a Prince Robert.
... 'll get nae blessing frae me . " - She has call'd upon her waiting - maid , To fill a glass of wine ; She has call'd upon her fause steward , To put rank poison in . 6 10 She has put it to her roudes lip , And a Prince Robert.
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... laid in the clay : Your wedded lord is dead , " she says , " And just gane to be buried the day . 50 55 " Ye'se get nane o ' his gowd , ye'se get nane o ' his gear , Ye'se get nae thing frae me ; Ye'se no get 24 PRINCE ROBERT .
... laid in the clay : Your wedded lord is dead , " she says , " And just gane to be buried the day . 50 55 " Ye'se get nane o ' his gowd , ye'se get nane o ' his gear , Ye'se get nae thing frae me ; Ye'se no get 24 PRINCE ROBERT .
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... frae thee : But I'll hae the rings that's on his finger , For them he did promise to me . " - " Ye'se no get the rings that's on his finger , 65 Ye'se no get them frae me ; Ye'se no get the rings that's on his finger , An your heart ...
... frae thee : But I'll hae the rings that's on his finger , For them he did promise to me . " - " Ye'se no get the rings that's on his finger , 65 Ye'se no get them frae me ; Ye'se no get the rings that's on his finger , An your heart ...
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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?