English and Scottish ballads, selected and ed. by F.J. Child, Volume 2Francis James Child 1857 |
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... seven longe yeere , 15 My harte I neere durst breake . " " But come to my 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 ...
... seven longe yeere , 15 My harte I neere durst breake . " " But come to my 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 ...
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... seven bauld brothers , Wi ' torches burning bright ; They'll say We hae but ae sister , And behold she's wi ' a knight ! ' 999 " Then take the sword from my scabbard , And slowly lift the pin ; And you may swear , and safe your aith ...
... seven bauld brothers , Wi ' torches burning bright ; They'll say We hae but ae sister , And behold she's wi ' a knight ! ' 999 " Then take the sword from my scabbard , And slowly lift the pin ; And you may swear , and safe your aith ...
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... seven brothers , Wi ' torches burning red . When in and came her seven brothers , Wi ' torches burning bright ; They said , " We hae but ae sister , And behold her lying with a knight ! " 20 25 Then out and spake the first o ' them ...
... seven brothers , Wi ' torches burning red . When in and came her seven brothers , Wi ' torches burning bright ; They said , " We hae but ae sister , And behold her lying with a knight ! " 20 25 Then out and spake the first o ' them ...
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... his een . Then in and came her father dear , Said " Let a ' your mourning be : I'll carry the dead corpse to the clay , 55 And I'll come back and comfort thee . " - 60 " Comfort weel your seven sons , For comforted will 48 CLERK SAUNDERS .
... his een . Then in and came her father dear , Said " Let a ' your mourning be : I'll carry the dead corpse to the clay , 55 And I'll come back and comfort thee . " - 60 " Comfort weel your seven sons , For comforted will 48 CLERK SAUNDERS .
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Francis James Child. " Comfort weel your seven sons , For comforted will I never be : I ween ' twas neither knave nor loon Was in the bower last night wi ' me . " - PART SECOND . The clinking bell gaed through the town , To carry the ...
Francis James Child. " Comfort weel your seven sons , For comforted will I never be : I ween ' twas neither knave nor loon Was in the bower last night wi ' me . " - PART SECOND . The clinking bell gaed through the town , To carry the ...
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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.