Minstrelsy of the Scottish border: consisting of historical and romantic ballads, collected [by sir W. Scott]. [3 other copies of vol.3].

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Page 393 - O whaten a mountain is yon,' she said, ' All so dreary wi' frost and snow ? ' ' O yon is the mountain of hell,' he cried,
Page 216 - 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.
Page 268 - What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?" "I gat eels boiled in broo; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down.
Page 225 - And a' the warld might ken right weel, They were twa lovers dear. But bye and rade the Black Douglas, And wow but he was rough ! For he pull'd up the bonny brier, And flang'd in St.
Page 390 - O I'm come to seek my former vows Ye granted me before.' ' O hold your tongue of your former vows, For they will breed sad strife ; 0 hold your tongue of your former vows, For I am become a wife.
Page 369 - And out and spake the second o' them, "His father has nae mair than he!" And out and spake the third o' them, "I wot that they are lovers dear!" And out and spake the fourth o' them, "They hae been in love this mony a year!" Then out and spake the fifth o' them, "It were great sin true love to twain!
Page 391 - I hae seven ships upon the sea — The eighth brought me to land — With four-and-twenty bold mariners, And music on every hand." She has taken up her two little babes, Kissd them baith cheek and chin : Kend, knew. "O fair ye weel, my ain two babes, For I'll never see you again.
Page 327 - Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me ! 0 think na ye my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spak nae mair There did she swoon wi' meikle care, On fair Kirconnell Lee.
Page 343 - Gae bid him bake his bridal bread, And brew his bridal ale ; And I shall meet him at Mary's kirk, Lang, lang ere it be stale.
Page 324 - ... they are of beliefe (such Is their fondnesse) that once in their lives, it is good to give a pair of new shoes to a poor man, for as much as, after this life, they are to pass barefoote through a great launde, full of thornes and furzen, except by the meryte of the almes aforesaid they have redemed the...

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