English and Scottish ballads, selected and ed. by F.J. Child, Volume 2Francis James Child 1857 |
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... bower , my Glasgerion , When all men are att rest : As I am a ladie true of my promise , Thou shalt bee a welcome guest . " Home then came Glasgerion , A glad man , lord ! was hee : “ And , come thou hither , Jacke my boy , Come hither ...
... bower , my Glasgerion , When all men are att rest : As I am a ladie true of my promise , Thou shalt bee a welcome guest . " Home then came Glasgerion , A glad man , lord ! was hee : “ And , come thou hither , Jacke my boy , Come hither ...
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... bower door , And streek you by my side . But look that ye tell na Gib your man , For naething that ye dee ; For , an ye tell him , Gib your man , He'll beguile baith you and me . " He's taen his harp intill his hand ; He harpit and he ...
... bower door , And streek you by my side . But look that ye tell na Gib your man , For naething that ye dee ; For , an ye tell him , Gib your man , He'll beguile baith you and me . " He's taen his harp intill his hand ; He harpit and he ...
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... bower , As fast as he could rin ; When he cam till that lady's bower , He chappit at the chin . " O wha is this , " says that lady , " That opens nae and comes in ? " " It's I , Glenkindie , your ain true love , O open and lat me in ...
... bower , As fast as he could rin ; When he cam till that lady's bower , He chappit at the chin . " O wha is this , " says that lady , " That opens nae and comes in ? " " It's I , Glenkindie , your ain true love , O open and lat me in ...
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... bower window , The moon shone like the gleed . " O , ragged is your hose , Glenkindie , And riven is your sheen , And reavel'd is your yellow hair That I saw late yestreen . " " The stockings they are Gib my man's , They came first to ...
... bower window , The moon shone like the gleed . " O , ragged is your hose , Glenkindie , And riven is your sheen , And reavel'd is your yellow hair That I saw late yestreen . " " The stockings they are Gib my man's , They came first to ...
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... bower , Afore that e'er he blan . When he cam to the lady's bower , He chappit at the chin ; " O , wha is that at my bower door , That opens na and comes in ? " " It's I , Glenkindie , your ain true love , And in I canna win ...
... bower , Afore that e'er he blan . When he cam to the lady's bower , He chappit at the chin ; " O , wha is that at my bower door , That opens na and comes in ? " " It's I , Glenkindie , your ain true love , And in I canna win ...
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Common terms and phrases
Andrew Lammie Auchanachie auld bairn baith bluid bonnie banks bonny boy bonny mill-dams bower Childe Maurice Clerk Saunders Clyde's water copy door doun Edinbro Eh vow bonnie fair Annet fair Annie Fair Janet faith and troth father flowers the valley Fordie frae Fyvie gane gang Gill Morice gin ye Glasgerion Glenkindie gowd greenwud gude hame heart heigh-ho Hey wi Jamieson kiss lady Maisry ladye Leesome Brand lily gay lily oh Lord Barnard Lord Randal Lord Thomas mak my bed Margaret maun merry milldams of Binnorie Minstrelsy mother dear Motherwell nane ne'er never night o'er primrose spreads rose sall says Scottish sister slain Songs spak spreads so sweetly stanzas steed sweet Willie sweetly blown ta'en thee thou Tiftie's true love Twa Brothers unto weel Whan Whare Willie's Ye'll yellow hair young young Benjie zour
Popular passages
Page 50 - O, cocks are crowing a merry midnight, I wot the wild fowls are boding day ; Give me my faith and troth again, And let me fare me on my way.
Page 51 - Is there ony room at your head, Saunders? Is there ony room at your feet? Or ony room at your side, Saunders, Where fain, fain, I wad sleep?' 'There's nae room at my head, Marg'ret, There's nae room at my feet; My bed it is fu' lowly now, Amang the hungry worms I sleep.
Page 246 - For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down." " OI fear ye are poisond, Lord Randal, my son! OI fear ye are poisond, my handsome young man!
Page 207 - I wish I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; And I am weary of the skies, For her sake that died for me.
Page 207 - 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 Lee.
Page 114 - Rise up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas,' she says, 'And put on your armour so bright; Let it never be said that a daughter of thine Was married to a lord under night. 'Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons, And put on your armour so bright, And take better care of your youngest sister, For your eldest's awa the last night.
Page 123 - 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. 2 Lord Thomas said a word in jest, Fair Annet took it ill : ' A, I will nevir wed a wife Against my ain friends
Page 154 - He sent his man down through the town, To the place where she was dwelling; " O haste and come to my master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan.
Page 115 - For your strokes they are wondrous sair; True lovers I can get many a ane, But a father I can never get mair.
Page 140 - But ne'er came alive in't again. When day was gone, and night was come, And all men fast asleep, Then came the spirit of Fair Marg'ret, And stood at Williams feet. 20 " Are you awake, sweet William ? " shee said, " Or, sweet William, are you asleep ? God give you joy of your gay bride-bed, And me of my winding sheet.