The Best English and Scottish BalladsY. Crowell, 1911 - 375 sidor |
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The Best English and Scottish Ballads (Classic Reprint) Edward Andem Bryant Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2018 |
The Best English and Scottish Ballads (Classic Reprint) Edward Andem Bryant Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2018 |
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Annie arrow auld bairn baith blude bonny bower bride brother canna castle Childe Maurice Clerk Saunders Clyde's water daughter dead Douglas doun Fair Annet Fair Annie Fair Janet fause fell flee frae gane gang gar'd Glasgerion Glenlogie gold gowd green green-wood gude hadna hame hand heart Kemp Owyne King kirk kiss'd knee lady Lady Elspat ladye Lamkin land Little John Little Musgrave Lord mair mankind I love merry mickle mither nane ne'er never night noble nourice o'er owre Percy pretty Bessee quoth rade ride Robin Hood sall sayd says Sir Patrick Spens sister slain spak spake steed sweet ta'en tell thee thou thro tree true-love turn'd unto weel wife Willie wine winna ye maun Ye'll ye'se Young Beichan Young Hunting
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Sida 317 - O that I were where Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries; Out of my bed she bids me rise, Says "Haste and come to me!
Sida 1 - Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hung fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas, he...
Sida 167 - I counsel you, Remember how It is no maiden's law Nothing to doubt, but to run out To wood with an outlaw. For ye must there in your hand bear A bow ready to draw ; And as a thief thus must you live Ever in dread and awe ; Whereby to you great harm might grow : Yet had I liever than That I had to the green- wood go, Alone, a banished man.
Sida 316 - 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.
Sida 179 - Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor That ever sailed the sea.' Our King has written a braid letter, And seal'd it with his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, Was walking on the strand. To Noroway, to Noroway, To Noroway o'er the faem; The King's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis thou maun bring her hame.
Sida 159 - O where hae ye been, my handsome young man?" "I hae been to the wild wood; mother, make my bed soon. For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down." "Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?
Sida 317 - 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 ! O think na ye my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spak...
Sida 179 - 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?
Sida 178 - O whare will I get a skeely skipper, To sail this new ship of mine?' O up and spake an eldern knight, Sat at the King's right knee, 'Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor That ever sailed the sea.
Sida 352 - For except thou canst answer me questions three, Thy head shall be smitten from thy bodie. And first, quo...