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... Quha weil could tipple out a Can , And nowther luvit Hungir nor Cauld , Till anes it fell upon a Day , He zokit his Plewch upon the Plain ; But schort the Storm wald let him stay , Sair blew the Day with Wind and Rain . He lowsd the ...
... Quha weil could tipple out a Can , And nowther luvit Hungir nor Cauld , Till anes it fell upon a Day , He zokit his Plewch upon the Plain ; But schort the Storm wald let him stay , Sair blew the Day with Wind and Rain . He lowsd the ...
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... quha wald gife sic a Beist , But gif it wer to jingle Judas Bells , Tak thee a Fiddle or a Flute to jest , Undocht thou art , ordain'd for naithing ells , Thy clouted Cloak , thy Scrip and Clam - schells BRITISH MINSTREL . 55.
... quha wald gife sic a Beist , But gif it wer to jingle Judas Bells , Tak thee a Fiddle or a Flute to jest , Undocht thou art , ordain'd for naithing ells , Thy clouted Cloak , thy Scrip and Clam - schells BRITISH MINSTREL . 55.
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... quha was maist gay . All that luikit thame upon Leuche fast at thair array : Sum said that thai were merkat folk ; Sum said the Quene of May Of Peblis to the Play . Than thai to the taverne hous With meikle oly prance ; Was cumit Ane ...
... quha was maist gay . All that luikit thame upon Leuche fast at thair array : Sum said that thai were merkat folk ; Sum said the Quene of May Of Peblis to the Play . Than thai to the taverne hous With meikle oly prance ; Was cumit Ane ...
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... Quha was an archer heynd , Tytt up a taikel withoutten tary , That torment sae him teynd : I wat nae quhidder his hand coud vary , Or the man was his friend , For he escapit , threw the michts of Mary , As man that nae ill meind But ...
... Quha was an archer heynd , Tytt up a taikel withoutten tary , That torment sae him teynd : I wat nae quhidder his hand coud vary , Or the man was his friend , For he escapit , threw the michts of Mary , As man that nae ill meind But ...
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... Quha pass in piece the private nichts , That wauking finds it rare ; Sae in saft slumbers did I ly , But not my wakryfe mynd , Quhilk still stude watch , and couth espy A man with aspeck kynd , Richt auld lyke and bauld lyke , With ...
... Quha pass in piece the private nichts , That wauking finds it rare ; Sae in saft slumbers did I ly , But not my wakryfe mynd , Quhilk still stude watch , and couth espy A man with aspeck kynd , Richt auld lyke and bauld lyke , With ...
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Сторінка 37 - But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Сторінка 99 - And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before. Away went Gilpin, and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig: He lost them sooner than at first, For why? — they were too big. Now...
Сторінка 96 - Till, loop and button failing both, at last it flew away. Then might all people well discern the bottles he had slung; A bottle swinging at each side, as hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, " Well done! " as loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin, who but he! his fame soon spread around; "He carries weight! He rides a race! "Tis for a thousand pound!
Сторінка 97 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Сторінка 36 - I'm the chief of Ulva's Isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. "And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. "His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then...
Сторінка 96 - Were shatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he...
Сторінка 98 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. " But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face ; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case." Said John — "It is my wedding day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.
Сторінка 93 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Сторінка 95 - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt when he set out, Of running such a rig.
Сторінка 95 - His long red cloak well brush'd and neat He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So fair and softly...