Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs, Heroic Ballads, Etc: A Page for Page Reprint of the Edition of 1776; with Memoir and Illustrative Notes, Volume 1Paterson, 1870 - Ballads, Scots |
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... for violence , That neir wyte ze wi ' nane . GIL MORRICE fat in gude grene wode , He whistled and he sang : O what means a ' the folk coming ? My mother tarries lang . His hair was like the threds of gold , Drawn 4 SCOTS SONGS .
... for violence , That neir wyte ze wi ' nane . GIL MORRICE fat in gude grene wode , He whistled and he sang : O what means a ' the folk coming ? My mother tarries lang . His hair was like the threds of gold , Drawn 4 SCOTS SONGS .
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... mother , mother , mak my bed , O make it faft and narrow ; Since my luve died for me to - day , I'll die for him to - morrow . Bonny Earl of MURRAY * . E Highlands and ye Lawlands , You where have you been ? YE Oh ! They have flain the ...
... mother , mother , mak my bed , O make it faft and narrow ; Since my luve died for me to - day , I'll die for him to - morrow . Bonny Earl of MURRAY * . E Highlands and ye Lawlands , You where have you been ? YE Oh ! They have flain the ...
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... mother's joy , Thy father bred me great annoy . Balow , my dear , lie ftill and fleep , It grieves me fair to hear thee weep . Balow , my darling , fleep a while , And when thou wak'ft then fweetly smile , VOL . I. I But smile not as ...
... mother's joy , Thy father bred me great annoy . Balow , my dear , lie ftill and fleep , It grieves me fair to hear thee weep . Balow , my darling , fleep a while , And when thou wak'ft then fweetly smile , VOL . I. I But smile not as ...
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... mother mild Shall wail as from all blifs exil'd . Balow , my boy , etc. Balow , my boy , weep not for me , Whose greatest grief's for wranging thee , Nor pity her deserved smart , Who can blame none but her fond heart ; For , too foon ...
... mother mild Shall wail as from all blifs exil'd . Balow , my boy , etc. Balow , my boy , weep not for me , Whose greatest grief's for wranging thee , Nor pity her deserved smart , Who can blame none but her fond heart ; For , too foon ...
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... mother's fhame , A hapless fate , a bastard's name . Balow , my boy , ly ftill and fleep , It grieves me fair to hear thee weep . 4. Bo В The Braes of Yarrow . USK ye , bufk ye , my bonny bonny bride , Busk ye , busk ye , my winsome ...
... mother's fhame , A hapless fate , a bastard's name . Balow , my boy , ly ftill and fleep , It grieves me fair to hear thee weep . 4. Bo В The Braes of Yarrow . USK ye , bufk ye , my bonny bonny bride , Busk ye , busk ye , my winsome ...
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baith ballad beauty bonny bower braes of Yarrow breaſt bride charms David Herd dear e'er Earl DOUGLAS Earl of MURRAY EDOM ELORE faft faid fair ANNET faſt fene fhall ficht figh fing firſt flain flowers fmiling foon forrow frae ftill fwain fweet fword gang Gar build GIL MORRICE GILDEROY green gude hame haſte heart Highland highland laddie Invermay JENNY Jocky king laddie lady laffie laſs laſt LIZIE WAN Lochaber Lord lue thee luve maid maun mither mony morning muſt nae mair nane ne'er neir never night o'er owre paſt PATRICK SPENCE PEGGY pleaſe pleaſure quhat Quhen reſt richt roſe ſaid ſay Scotland ſee ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhe's ſhould ſmile ſpeak ſpring ſtay ſtill ſwain ſweet thair theſe thoſe thou thouſand Tune wiſh Yarrow zour
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Page 28 - O wha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o' the yeir, To sail upon the se!
Page 250 - OR ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to love, And when we meet a mutual heart, Come in between, and bid us part: Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish, and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life...
Page 71 - My love, as he had not been a lover. The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my ain sewing; Ah!
Page 70 - Sweet smells the birk, green grows, green grows the grass, Yellow on Yarrow's bank the gowan ; Fair hangs the apple frae the rock, Sweet the wave of Yarrow flowan.
Page 298 - I wish nae mair of a' that's rare. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, To a' the lave I'm cauld; But she gars a' my spirits glow, At wauking of the fauld. My Peggy smiles sae kindly, Whene'er I whisper love. That I look down on a' the town, — That I look down upon a crown.
Page 24 - LORD THOMAS and Fair Annet Sate a' day on a hill ; Whan night was cum, and sun was sett, They had not talkt their fill. Lord Thomas said a word in jest, Fair Annet took it ill : " A, I will nevir wed a wife Against my ain friends
Page 57 - And thus in rage did say : Ere thus I will out-braved be, One of us two shall die : I know thee well, an earl thou art, Lord Percy, so am I.
Page 21 - He was a braw gallant, And he rid at the ring: And the bonny Earl of Murray, Oh he might have been a king! He was a braw gallant, And he playd at the ba; And the bonny Earl of Murray Was the flower amang them a'.
Page 70 - Curse ye, curse ye, his useless, useless shield, My arm that wrought the deed of sorrow, The fatal spear that pierced his breast, His comely breast on the Braes of Yarrow.
Page 223 - Nae greater Joy I'll e'er pretend, Than that his Love prove true and steady; Like mine to him, which ne'er shall end, While Heaven preserve my Highland Laddie.