Ancient Poems, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England: Taken Down from Oral Recitation and Transcribed from Private Manuscripts, Rare Broadsides and Scarce PublicationsRobert Bell, James Henry Dixon J.W. Parker and Son, 1857 - 252 sidor |
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... WINDS , I - HO ! . THE BEAUTIFUL LADY OF KENT ; OR , THE SEAMAN OF DOVER THE BERKSHIRE LADY'S GARLAND 72 75 77 • 80 82 84 • · 90 THE NOBLEMAN'S GENEROUS KINDNESS 98 THE DRUNKARD'S LEGACY 100 THE BOWES TRAGEDY · • · • 106 THE CRAFTY ...
... WINDS , I - HO ! . THE BEAUTIFUL LADY OF KENT ; OR , THE SEAMAN OF DOVER THE BERKSHIRE LADY'S GARLAND 72 75 77 • 80 82 84 • · 90 THE NOBLEMAN'S GENEROUS KINDNESS 98 THE DRUNKARD'S LEGACY 100 THE BOWES TRAGEDY · • · • 106 THE CRAFTY ...
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... cordials , let me comfort find , My gold shall fly like chaff before the wind . DEATH . Forbear to call , their skill will never do , They are but mortals here as well as you : I give the fatal wound , my dart is sure 34 POEMS .
... cordials , let me comfort find , My gold shall fly like chaff before the wind . DEATH . Forbear to call , their skill will never do , They are but mortals here as well as you : I give the fatal wound , my dart is sure 34 POEMS .
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... wind to ride they were seen , Until they came near unto Bednall Green , And as the knight lighted most courteously , They fought against him for pretty Bessee . But rescue came presently over the plain , Or else 54 BALLADS .
... wind to ride they were seen , Until they came near unto Bednall Green , And as the knight lighted most courteously , They fought against him for pretty Bessee . But rescue came presently over the plain , Or else 54 BALLADS .
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... That people may him scorn . It will put sack into a glass , And claret in the can ; And it will cause a man to drink Till he neither can go nor stand . ANCIENT POEMS , ETC. 6 BLOW THE WINDS , I - HO ! [ THIS SIR JOHN BARLEYCORN . 81.
... That people may him scorn . It will put sack into a glass , And claret in the can ; And it will cause a man to drink Till he neither can go nor stand . ANCIENT POEMS , ETC. 6 BLOW THE WINDS , I - HO ! [ THIS SIR JOHN BARLEYCORN . 81.
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... WINDS , I - HO ! [ THIS Northumbrian ballad is of great antiquity , and bears considerable resemblance to The Baffled Knight ; or , Lady's Policy , inserted in Percy's Reliques . It is not in any popular collection . In the broadside ...
... WINDS , I - HO ! [ THIS Northumbrian ballad is of great antiquity , and bears considerable resemblance to The Baffled Knight ; or , Lady's Policy , inserted in Percy's Reliques . It is not in any popular collection . In the broadside ...
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Ancient Poems, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, Taken Down ... Robert Bell,James Henry Dixon Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1861 |
Ancient Poems, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England: Taken Down ... Robert Bell Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1857 |
Ancient Poems, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England: Taken Down ... Robert Bell,James Henry Dixon Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1857 |
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ANCIENT POEMS Arthur O'Bradley ballad barley-mow beauty beggar boys brave bride broadside called carrion crow Catskin copy cried cuckoo curchy dance daughter dear DEATH delight ditty doth drink Earl Brand edition England excellen'st thing fair fair lady Fairlop father gallant give gold grief harvest-home hear heart Here's a health honour husbandman jolly jovial hunter King lady Lincolnshire Poacher live Lord maid married merrily merry milking-pail morning mother ne'er never night noble o'er painful plough Percy Society plain-dealing pleasure plough plow Poor old horse Popular Music pray pretty Bessee printed quoth Ralph Erskine rich Robin Hood says Scho servingman sewe sing song sorrow squire sung sweet sword Taunton Dean tell thayme thee Thou art thy horn Tis the excellen'st tune unto verse wassail wedding wife Wind well thy wyth Yorkshire Yorkshire dales young
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Sida 40 - Though green at noon, cut down at night, Shows thy decay ; All flesh is hay, Thus think, and smoke tobacco.
Sida 62 - Come, fetch me some of your father's gold, And some of your mother's fee; And two of the best nags out of the stable, Where they stand thirty and three.' She fetched him some of her father's gold, And some of her mother's fee; And two of the best nags out of the stable, Where they stood thirty and three. She mounted her on her milk-white steed, He on the dapple grey; They rode till they came unto the sea side, Three hours before it was day.
Sida 234 - FAREWELL, and adieu to you Spanish ladies, Farewell, and adieu to you ladies of Spain ! For we've received orders for to sail for old England, But we hope in a short time to see you again.
Sida 166 - For that's a Maiden's fee!" But they, instead of three, did give them half a score; And they, in kindness, gave them, gave them, gave them as many more. Then after an hour They went to a bower, And played for Ale and Cakes ; And kisses too ! Until they were due, The Lasses kept the stakes. The Girls did then begin to quarrel with the men, And bid them take their kisses back ; and give them their own again.
Sida 41 - The pipe, so lily-like and weak, Does thus thy mortal state bespeak; Thou art e'en such, — Gone with a touch : Thus think, and smoke tobacco. And when the smoke ascends on high, Then thou behold'st the vanity Of worldly stuff, Gone with a puff: Thus think, and smoke tobacco.
Sida 167 - The life of man is but a span, It nourishes like a flower ; We are here to-day and gone to-morrow, And we are dead in an hour. The moon shines bright, and the stars give a light, A little before it is day: So God bless you all, both great and small, And send you a joyful May...
Sida 164 - Willie has gotten his Jill, And Johnny has got his Joan, To jig it, jig it, jig it, Jig it up and down. Strike up, says Wat, Agreed, says Kate, And I prithee, fiddler, play; Content, says Hodge, And so says Madge, For this is a holiday.
Sida 183 - God send our measter a happy new year: A happy new year as e'er he did see, With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee. Here's to our mare, and to her right eye, God send our mistress a good Christmas pie; A good Christmas pie as e'er I did see, With my wassailing bowl I...
Sida 145 - A country life is sweet ! In moderate cold and heat, To walk in the air, how pleasant and fair, In every field of wheat, The fairest of flowers adorning the bowers, And every meadow's brow ; So that I say, no courtier may Compare with them who clothe in grey, And follow the useful plough.
Sida 125 - To Sir Ryalas, the jovial hunter. Then the wild boar, being so stout and so strong, Wind well thy horn, good hunter; Thrashed down the trees as he ramped him along, To Sir Ryalas, the jovial hunter. 'Oh, what dost thee want of me?' wild boar, said he.'t Wind well thy horn, good hunter ; ' Oh, I think in my heart I can do enough forthee, For I am the jovial hunter.