English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 3Francis James Child Little, Brown, 1860 - Ballads, English |
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... gold and fee ; 55 O wha will douk for Erl Richard's sake , 65 Or wha will douk for me ? " They douked in at ae weil - heid , And out aye at the other ; " We can douk nae mair for Erl Richard , Although he were our brother . " It fell ...
... gold and fee ; 55 O wha will douk for Erl Richard's sake , 65 Or wha will douk for me ? " They douked in at ae weil - heid , And out aye at the other ; " We can douk nae mair for Erl Richard , Although he were our brother . " It fell ...
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... gold , I'll gie it unto thee . " " Gae hame , gae hame , ye fause lady , As And pay your maids their fee ; ye have done to Earl Richard , Sae wud ye do to me . " " If I had an arrow in my hand , And a bow bent on a string ; I'd shoot a ...
... gold , I'll gie it unto thee . " " Gae hame , gae hame , ye fause lady , As And pay your maids their fee ; ye have done to Earl Richard , Sae wud ye do to me . " " If I had an arrow in my hand , And a bow bent on a string ; I'd shoot a ...
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... gold , " she said , " Nor none of his white monie ; Excepting a ring of his smallest finger , If that you will grant me . " " Thou'll no get none of his gold , ” she said . " Nor none of his white monie ; 45 50 Thou'll no get a ring of ...
... gold , " she said , " Nor none of his white monie ; Excepting a ring of his smallest finger , If that you will grant me . " " Thou'll no get none of his gold , ” she said . " Nor none of his white monie ; 45 50 Thou'll no get a ring of ...
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... gold . He layd a bright browne sword by his side , And another att his feete : [ And twentye good knights he placed at hand , To watch him in his sleepe . ] And about the middle time of the night , Came twentye - four traitours inn ...
... gold . He layd a bright browne sword by his side , And another att his feete : [ And twentye good knights he placed at hand , To watch him in his sleepe . ] And about the middle time of the night , Came twentye - four traitours inn ...
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... gold sae red , To have bought me from that snare ; But the gold could not be granted , The gallows pays a share , And it's for mine offence I must die . " 45 50 55 60 THE ENCHANTED RING Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland 52 ...
... gold sae red , To have bought me from that snare ; But the gold could not be granted , The gallows pays a share , And it's for mine offence I must die . " 45 50 55 60 THE ENCHANTED RING Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland 52 ...
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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?