The Book of British BalladsSamuel Carter Hall Douglas, printer, 1844 - 152 sidor |
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Sida 6
... tears stood in their eye , And bade them come and go with him , And look they did not crye : And two long miles he ledd them thus , While they for bread complaine : ' Stay here , quoth he , ' I'll bring ye bread , When I do come againe ...
... tears stood in their eye , And bade them come and go with him , And look they did not crye : And two long miles he ledd them thus , While they for bread complaine : ' Stay here , quoth he , ' I'll bring ye bread , When I do come againe ...
Sida 9
... tears gusht out apace , Which like the silver - pearled dewe Ranne downe her comely face . Her lippes erst like the corall redde , Did waxe both wan and pale , And for the sorrowe she conceivde , Her vitall spirits faile ; And falling ...
... tears gusht out apace , Which like the silver - pearled dewe Ranne downe her comely face . Her lippes erst like the corall redde , Did waxe both wan and pale , And for the sorrowe she conceivde , Her vitall spirits faile ; And falling ...
Sida 11
... tear blinded his e'e ; I wad never hae trodden on Irish ground , If it had not been for thee . I might have had a king's daughter , Far far beyond the sea ; I might have had a king's daughter , Had it not been for love o ' thee . ' If ...
... tear blinded his e'e ; I wad never hae trodden on Irish ground , If it had not been for thee . I might have had a king's daughter , Far far beyond the sea ; I might have had a king's daughter , Had it not been for love o ' thee . ' If ...
Sida 33
... tear blindit his e'e . O wha is this has done this deed , And told the king o ' me , To send us out at this time o ' the year , To sail upon the sea ? Be it wind , be it weet , be it hail , be it sleet , Our ship must sail the faem ...
... tear blindit his e'e . O wha is this has done this deed , And told the king o ' me , To send us out at this time o ' the year , To sail upon the sea ? Be it wind , be it weet , be it hail , be it sleet , Our ship must sail the faem ...
Sida 39
... tear shed our comelye queene , And aye her hart was sad . C Then came one of the queenes damsèlles , And knelt upon her knee ; — Cheare up , cheare up , my gracious dame , I trust yet helpe may bee : And heere I will make mine avowe ...
... tear shed our comelye queene , And aye her hart was sad . C Then came one of the queenes damsèlles , And knelt upon her knee ; — Cheare up , cheare up , my gracious dame , I trust yet helpe may bee : And heere I will make mine avowe ...
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Sida 71 - 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...
Sida 71 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
Sida 60 - Few sorrows hath she of her own. My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve.
Sida 34 - Wi' the auld moon in her arm; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm." They hadna sailed a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap, It was sic a deadly storm; And the waves cam o'er the broken ship, Till a
Sida 61 - And saved from outrage worse than death The lady of the land ; And how she wept and...
Sida viii - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Sida 150 - Knight; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. "His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet. "Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pick out his bonny blue een: Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
Sida 108 - The youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds. "How pleasant...
Sida 60 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Sida 34 - A' for the sake of their true loves ; For them they'll see nae mair. O lang, lang, may the ladyes sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand ! And lang, lang, may the maidens sit, Wi' their goud kaims in their hair, A' waiting for their ain dear loves ! For them they'll see nae mair.