English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 4Francis James Child Little, Brown, 1860 - Ballads, English |
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Aboyne auld baith Balow beggar birk bonnie Lizzie bonny Lizie Baillie bride brume blooms bonnie Buchan's Ballads Captain Ogilvie copy daughter dear Earl easie won fair Flower fair lady father Flower of Northumberland frae gane gang Glenlogie gold gowd greene willow Greensleeves Grissel gude hame hand Hazelgreen heart hey lillelu hieland Jamie Douglas Johnie Johnie Scot king Kinloch's knee knight Lady Elspat Laird land lassie Lizie Lizie Lindsay Lord Phenix maid mair Makyne marry maun mother ne'er never noble o'er PATIENT GRISSEL Percy Percy Society pretty Bessee prison quoth rantin ride Robene rode sall Scotland Scottish Ballads shal shee Sing spak steed strand Susie Pye Sweet William ta'en thee thou shalt Tommy Pots true love unto wedding weel Whan wife Ye'll Ye're yetts young Beichan young Bekie
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Page 83 - Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale; Young Frank is chief of Errington And lord of Langley-dale; His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Page 133 - Love wont to gae! 1 leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree; But first it bow'd, and syne it brak, Sae my true Love did lichtly me. O waly waly, but love be bonny A little time while it is new; But when 'tis auld, it waxeth cauld And fades awa
Page 5 - What news, what news, thou bonny shepherd ? What news hast thou to tell to me ?" " Such news I hear, ladie," he says, " The like was never in this countrie. " There is a wedding in yonder hall, Has lasted these thirty days and three ; Young Beichan will not bed with his bride, For love of one that's yond the sea." She's put her hand in her pocket, Gi'en him the gold and white monie ; " Hae, take ye that, my bonny boy, For the good news thou tell'st to me.
Page 120 - But wha will bake my bridal bread, Or brew my bridal ale ; And wha will welcome my brisk bride, That I bring o'er the dale...
Page 155 - Sone after ye be gone ; For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.
Page 202 - And by birth and parentage of high degree. As his prisoner there he kept her, In his hands her life did lie ; Cupid's bands did tie them faster By the liking of an eye.
Page 4 - Sore wonderd he that may to see; He took her for some fair captive; — "Fair Lady, I pray, of what countrie?
Page 203 - If you may our foes be termed, " Gentle foes we have you found : " With our city you have won our hearts each one, " Then to your country bear away that is your own.
Page 126 - Balow, my boy, weep not for me, Whose greatest grief's for wronging thee. Nor pity her deserved smart, Who can blame none but her fond heart; For, too soon trusting latest finds, With fairest tongues are falsest minds.
Page 189 - He begg my bread, To undergoe this pilgrimage. Thus every day I fast and pray, And ever will doe till I dye ; And gett me to some secrett place, For soe did hee, and soe will I.