Selections from the Early Ballad Poetry of England and ScotlandRichard John King |
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... woman to be oppressed , or otherwise molested ; poore men's goods he spared , aboundantlie releeving them with that , which by thefte he got from Abbeyes , and the. ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE . ADAM BELL , CLYM OF THE CLOUGH ,. Robin ...
... woman to be oppressed , or otherwise molested ; poore men's goods he spared , aboundantlie releeving them with that , which by thefte he got from Abbeyes , and the. ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE . ADAM BELL , CLYM OF THE CLOUGH ,. Robin ...
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... woman wan , But to his mistress dear , his loved Marian , Was ever constant known , which whereso'er she came , Was sovereign of the woods ; chief lady of the game : Her clothes tuck'd to the knee , and dainty braided hair , With bow ...
... woman wan , But to his mistress dear , his loved Marian , Was ever constant known , which whereso'er she came , Was sovereign of the woods ; chief lady of the game : Her clothes tuck'd to the knee , and dainty braided hair , With bow ...
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... woman born , Cold tell whose head it was . Saies , Lye there , lye there , now sir Guye , And with me be not wrothe ; If thou have had the worse strokes at my hand , Thou shalt have the better clothe . Careless . Robin did off his gowne ...
... woman born , Cold tell whose head it was . Saies , Lye there , lye there , now sir Guye , And with me be not wrothe ; If thou have had the worse strokes at my hand , Thou shalt have the better clothe . Careless . Robin did off his gowne ...
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... woman sayde , Alas ! And many theyr handes dyd wryng . The may re of Carleile forth com was , Wyth hym a full great route : These yemen dred hym full sore , Of theyr lyves they stode in great doute . The mayre came armed a full great ...
... woman sayde , Alas ! And many theyr handes dyd wryng . The may re of Carleile forth com was , Wyth hym a full great route : These yemen dred hym full sore , Of theyr lyves they stode in great doute . The mayre came armed a full great ...
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... woman wepe , But her they mought not se . Sore then syghed the fayre Alyce : That ever I sawe thys day ! For nowe is my dere husband slayne : Alas ! and wel - a - way ! Myght I have spoken wyth hys dere brethren , Or with eyther of them ...
... woman wepe , But her they mought not se . Sore then syghed the fayre Alyce : That ever I sawe thys day ! For nowe is my dere husband slayne : Alas ! and wel - a - way ! Myght I have spoken wyth hys dere brethren , Or with eyther of them ...
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Adam Bell agayne ancient Annie Armorica arrowes awaye ballad banyshed Beowulf bonny milldams Border bright Carleile castle Cloudeslè daughter daye deare deere English Erl Richard Erle Douglas Ettricke Foreste fair Fair Annie fast fayre fight frae grete gude hall hame hand harpe Harry Percy hart hast hath hill Johnie King Arthur kyng Estmere lady ladye land Lochroyan Lord Gregory mair mankynde manye milldams of Binnorie myght mynde myne never Outlaw Outlaw Murray Percy queene quoth Robin Hood Romance ryght sall sayd the kyng saye Scotland Scottish shal shalt shee sholde Sir Aldingar sir Gawaine Sir Patrick Spens Sir Walter slain slayne sore steed swerde sword syde syr Cauline thee theyr Thomas the Rhymer thre tree Trouvères tyde weel wold wood wyfe wyll Wyllyam wyth yemen
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Page 273 - It fell about the Martinmas, When nights are lang and mirk, The carline wife's three sons came hame, And their hats were o' the birk. It neither grew in syke nor ditch, Nor yet in ony sheugh ; But at the gates o' Paradise That birk grew fair eneugh. 'Blow up the fire, my maidens I Bring water from the well ! For a' my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well.
Page 279 - 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.
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Page 224 - I digg'da grave, and laid him in, And happ'd him with the sod sae green. But think na ye my heart was sair, When I laid the moul...
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Page 223 - There came a man, by middle day, He spied his sport, and went away; And brought the king that very night, Who brake my bower, and slew my knight. He slew my knight, to me sae dear ; He slew my knight, and poin'd his gear : My servants all for life did flee, And left me in extremitie.
Page 4 - In this our spacious isle, I think there is not one, But he hath heard some talk of him and little John; And to the end of time, the tales shall ne'er be done, Of Scarlock, George-a-Green, and Much the miller's son, Of Tuck the merry friar, which many a sermon made, In praise of Robin Hood, his out-laws, and their trade.
Page 192 - Light down, light down now, true Thomas, And lean your head upon my knee; Abide ye there a little space, And I will show you ferlies three.