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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... soon resign ; In this world weigh the gain , Insurance safe is thine . Dost think life's peace secure In houses and in land ? Go , read the fairy lure To twist a cord of sand ; Lodge stones upon the sky , Hold water in a sieve , Nor ...
... soon resign ; In this world weigh the gain , Insurance safe is thine . Dost think life's peace secure In houses and in land ? Go , read the fairy lure To twist a cord of sand ; Lodge stones upon the sky , Hold water in a sieve , Nor ...
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... soon after the accession of Charles II . The present reprint , the correctness of which is very questionable , is taken from a modern broadside , the editor not having been fortunate enough to meet with any earlier edition . This old ...
... soon after the accession of Charles II . The present reprint , the correctness of which is very questionable , is taken from a modern broadside , the editor not having been fortunate enough to meet with any earlier edition . This old ...
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... soon or late a sacrifice to me . From crowned kings to captives bound in chains My power reaches , sir ; the longest reigns That ever were , I put a period to ; And now I'm come in fine to conquer you . RICH MAN . I can't nor won't ...
... soon or late a sacrifice to me . From crowned kings to captives bound in chains My power reaches , sir ; the longest reigns That ever were , I put a period to ; And now I'm come in fine to conquer you . RICH MAN . I can't nor won't ...
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... soon . Why must my morning sun go down at noon ? DEATH . Talk not of noon ! you may as well be mute ; This is no time at all for to dispute : Your riches , garments , gold , and jewels brave , Houses and lands must all new owners have ...
... soon . Why must my morning sun go down at noon ? DEATH . Talk not of noon ! you may as well be mute ; This is no time at all for to dispute : Your riches , garments , gold , and jewels brave , Houses and lands must all new owners have ...
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... along with me , I'll help you as soon as I can Unto a gallant place , where in a little space , You shall be a servingman . HUSBANDMAN . Sir , for your diligence I give you 44 POEMS . GOD SPEED THE PLOW, AND BLESS THE CORN-MOW.
... along with me , I'll help you as soon as I can Unto a gallant place , where in a little space , You shall be a servingman . HUSBANDMAN . Sir , for your diligence I give you 44 POEMS . GOD SPEED THE PLOW, AND BLESS THE CORN-MOW.
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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.