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... night maun gae . 14. ' But , Thomas , ye sall haud your tongue , Whatever ye may hear or see ; For speak ye word in Elflyn - land , Ye'll ne'er win back to your ain countrie . ' 15. O they rade on , and farther on , And they waded ...
... night maun gae . 14. ' But , Thomas , ye sall haud your tongue , Whatever ye may hear or see ; For speak ye word in Elflyn - land , Ye'll ne'er win back to your ain countrie . ' 15. O they rade on , and farther on , And they waded ...
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... night maun gae . 14. ' But , Thomas , ye sall haud your tongue , Whatever ye may hear or see ; For speak ye word in Elflyn - land , Ye'll ne'er win back to your ain countrie . ' 15. O they rade on , and farther on , And they waded ...
... night maun gae . 14. ' But , Thomas , ye sall haud your tongue , Whatever ye may hear or see ; For speak ye word in Elflyn - land , Ye'll ne'er win back to your ain countrie . ' 15. O they rade on , and farther on , And they waded ...
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... night To day of the other morninge ? 15. ' For the Eldritch King , that is mickle of Will examine you beforne : There was never a man bare his life away might , Since the day that I was born .'— 16. ' But I will for your sake , ladye ...
... night To day of the other morninge ? 15. ' For the Eldritch King , that is mickle of Will examine you beforne : There was never a man bare his life away might , Since the day that I was born .'— 16. ' But I will for your sake , ladye ...
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... I moan for my young son I left in four nights auld . 7. ' I moan na for my meat , Nor yet for my fee ; But I moan for Christen land ; It's there I fain would be . ' 8. ' O nurse my bairn , nourice , Till THE QUEEN OF ELFLAND'S NOURICE 15.
... I moan for my young son I left in four nights auld . 7. ' I moan na for my meat , Nor yet for my fee ; But I moan for Christen land ; It's there I fain would be . ' 8. ' O nurse my bairn , nourice , Till THE QUEEN OF ELFLAND'S NOURICE 15.
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... nights auld . 10. ' O nourice lay your head Here upo ' my knee : See ye not that narrow road Up by yonder tree ? II . ' See ye not the narrow road By yon lillie leven ? That's the road the righteous goes And that's the road to heaven ...
... nights auld . 10. ' O nourice lay your head Here upo ' my knee : See ye not that narrow road Up by yonder tree ? II . ' See ye not the narrow road By yon lillie leven ? That's the road the righteous goes And that's the road to heaven ...
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Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 352 - For except thou canst answer me questions three, Thy head shall be smitten from thy bodie. And first, quo...