The Legendary Ballads of England and ScotlandF. Warne, 1868 - 628 стор. |
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Adam Bell amang auld aye the birks baith ballad Battle of Otterburn Binnorie blaw bonnie bower Bowing doun brave bride brother castle Childe Waters dear Douglas Earl fair fast father fause Fause Foodrage fell frae gallant gane gang Gawaine gowd Græme green greenwood gude lord hame hand hast haud heart horse King Arthur knee knight lads lady ladye laird land Little John Lord Randal maid mair Mary Ambree maun meikle merry mither mony Motherwell nane ne'er never noble owre Percy queen quoth rade ride Robin Hood sall says Scotland Scottish shalt Sir Aldingar slain spak steed sword ta'en tell thee Thomas took tree unto wadna weel Whaur wife Willie winna ye maun ye'll young young Beichan
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Сторінка 226 - 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 his 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 pike out his bonny blue een. Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair, We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
Сторінка 178 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Сторінка 191 - With that, there came an arrow keen Out of an English bow, Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart, A deep and deadly blow ; Who never spake more words than these, " Fight on, my merry men all ; For why, my life is at an end, Lord Percy sees my fall.
Сторінка 116 - 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 lea.
Сторінка 3 - 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.
Сторінка 132 - Up then crew the red, red cock, And up and crew the gray; The eldest to the youngest said,
Сторінка 433 - An old song, made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate.
Сторінка 469 - O hold your hand, Lord William ! ' she said, ' For your strokes they are wond'rous sair ; True lovers I can get many a ane, But a father I can never get mair.
Сторінка 366 - O they rade on, and farther on, And they waded through rivers aboon the knee, And they saw neither sun nor moon, But they heard the roaring of the sea. It was mirk mirk night, and there was nae stern light, And they waded through red blude to the knee ; For a' the blude that's shed on earth Rins through the springs o
Сторінка 39 - O, these are hard questions for my shallow witt, Nor I cannot answer your grace as yet : But if you will give me but three weekes space, He do my endeavour to answer your grace. Now three weeks...