English and Scottish ballads, selected and ed. by F.J. Child, Volume 2Francis James Child 1857 |
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... little Musgrave , As bright as the summer sun , And then bethought this little Musgrave , " This ladys heart have I woonn . " 5 10 15 8 , lady . 10 , pale . 11 , Bernards . Quoth she , " I have loved thee , little 16 LITTLE MUSGRAVE AND.
... little Musgrave , As bright as the summer sun , And then bethought this little Musgrave , " This ladys heart have I woonn . " 5 10 15 8 , lady . 10 , pale . 11 , Bernards . Quoth she , " I have loved thee , little 16 LITTLE MUSGRAVE AND.
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... heart's blood Ran trickling downe her knee . " Woe worth you , woe worth [ you ] , my mery men all , You were ne're borne for my good ; Why did you not offer to stay my hand , When ye saw me wax so wood ! 108 , see . 105 " For I have ...
... heart's blood Ran trickling downe her knee . " Woe worth you , woe worth [ you ] , my mery men all , You were ne're borne for my good ; Why did you not offer to stay my hand , When ye saw me wax so wood ! 108 , see . 105 " For I have ...
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... heart ! And put me out o ' pain . " Since nothing bot Gill Morice ' head Thy jelous rage could quell , Let that saim hand now tak hir life That neir to thee did ill . " To me nae after days nor nichts Will eir be saft or kind ; I'll ...
... heart ! And put me out o ' pain . " Since nothing bot Gill Morice ' head Thy jelous rage could quell , Let that saim hand now tak hir life That neir to thee did ill . " To me nae after days nor nichts Will eir be saft or kind ; I'll ...
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... heart's blude on the ground . " I curse the hand that did the deid , The heart that thocht the ill ; The feet that bore me wi ' sik speid , The comely zouth to kill . " I'll ay lament for Gill Morice , As gin he were mine ain ; I'll ...
... heart's blude on the ground . " I curse the hand that did the deid , The heart that thocht the ill ; The feet that bore me wi ' sik speid , The comely zouth to kill . " I'll ay lament for Gill Morice , As gin he were mine ain ; I'll ...
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Francis James Child. She turned her back unto the room , Her face unto the wa ' 0 ; And with a deep and heavy sich , Her heart it brak in twa O. WILLIE AND LADY MAISRY . From Buchan's Ballads of the 56 SWEET WILLIE AND LADY MARGERIE .
Francis James Child. She turned her back unto the room , Her face unto the wa ' 0 ; And with a deep and heavy sich , Her heart it brak in twa O. WILLIE AND LADY MAISRY . From Buchan's Ballads of the 56 SWEET WILLIE AND LADY MARGERIE .
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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.