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A Collection of Old Ballads: Corrected from the Best and Most Ancient ..., Том 3
Повний перегляд - 1725
againſt Blood brave bring brought Country Court Crown Daughter dear Death doth drink Duke Earl Edward Elizabeth England Engliſh Eyes fair fall Fame Father fear fight firſt Forces France Friends gave give Grace Grief Hand hath hear Heart Henry himſelf Honour Houſe Italy King King Henry Kingdom Knight Lady Land laſt late leave live Lord Love Maid Marriage married Mary Mean meet Mind moſt muſt Name never noble once Place Pleaſure poor Power Prince Princeſs prove Queen quoth Reign Richard round Royal Sack ſaid ſame ſay ſee ſeen ſent ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould Siſter Soldiers ſome Song Sorrow Spain ſtand ſtill ſuch ſweet Tears tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou thought took Town true Tune unto whoſe Wife Wine young
Сторінка 219 - How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break?
Сторінка 38 - Pleafures moft chearfully tells : Then Ding-dong fair Ladies and Lovers all true, This Ding-dong of Pleafure may fatisfy you. V. The V. The Life and Death of the Great Duke of Buckingham, who came to an untimely End, for confenting to the depofing of the two gallant young Princes, King Edward the Fourth's Children.
Сторінка 260 - Fu' snug in a glen, where nane cou'd see, The twa, with kindly sport and glee, Cut frae a new cheese a whang : The priving was good, it pleas'd them baith, To lo'e her for ay, he gae her his aith. Quo' she, to leave thee I will be laith, My winsome Gaberlunzie-man. O kend my minny I were wi' you, Hl-fardly wad she crook her mou', Sic a poor man she'd never trow, After the Gaberlunzie-man.
Сторінка 185 - I'll have the other bout, and tumble him in the River, And let the Devil help him out, or there he mall foak for ever.
Сторінка 241 - THE LASS OF PATIE'S MILL.(i) THE lass of Patie's mill, So bonny, blyth, and gay, In spite of all my skill, She stole my heart away. When tedding of the hay, Bare-headed on the green, Love 'midst her locks did play, And wanton'd in her een. Her arms white, round, and smooth, Breasts rising in their dawn, To age it would give youth To press 'em with his hand : Thro' all my spirits ran An extasy of bliss, When I such sweetness fand Wrapt in a balmy kiss.
Сторінка 253 - I'll aye remember ; But now her frowns make it decay, It fades as in December. Ye rural powers, who hear my strains, Why thus should Peggy grieve me ? Oh ! make her partner in my pains, Then let her smiles relieve me.
Сторінка 259 - Wi' many good e'ens and days to me, Saying, Goodwife, for your courtesie, Will you lodge a silly poor man ? The night was cauld, the carle was wat, And down ayont the ingle he sat ; My daughter's shoulders he 'gan to clap, And cadgily ranted and sang. O wow ! quo...
Сторінка 159 - COME let's drink the time invites, Winter and cold weather, For to pafs away long Nights, And to keep good Wits together ; Better far than Cards or Dice, Or 7/aaf's Ball that quaint Device, Made up with Fan and Feather.