English and Scottish ballads, selected and ed. by F.J. Child, Volume 2Francis James Child 1857 |
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... tell it thee : But if I have not killed a man to - night , Jacke , thou hast killed three . " And he puld out his bright browne sword , 1 And dryed it on his sleeve , And he smote off that lither ladds head , Who did his ladye grieve ...
... tell it thee : But if I have not killed a man to - night , Jacke , thou hast killed three . " And he puld out his bright browne sword , 1 And dryed it on his sleeve , And he smote off that lither ladds head , Who did his ladye grieve ...
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... 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 sang ; And he is hame to Gib his man , As fast as he could ...
... 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 sang ; And he is hame to Gib his man , As fast as he could ...
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... tell me ? " " O , I was clecked in good green wood , Intill a holly tree ; A baron sae bald my nest herried , And ga'e me to his ladie . 45 " Wi ' good white bread , and farrow - cow milk , He bade her feed me aft ; And ga'e her a ...
... tell me ? " " O , I was clecked in good green wood , Intill a holly tree ; A baron sae bald my nest herried , And ga'e me to his ladie . 45 " Wi ' good white bread , and farrow - cow milk , He bade her feed me aft ; And ga'e her a ...
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... tell how she has wrought . " And O wow for day ! And dear gin it were day ! Gin it were day , and ye were away ; For ye ha'ena lang time to stay . " Lord Randal rade , and the birdie flew , The live - lang summer's night , Till he cam ...
... tell how she has wrought . " And O wow for day ! And dear gin it were day ! Gin it were day , and ye were away ; For ye ha'ena lang time to stay . " Lord Randal rade , and the birdie flew , The live - lang summer's night , Till he cam ...
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... tell the man his errand , Though he stude at the gait ; Bot straiht into the ha ' he cam , Quhair they were set at meit . " Hail ! hail ! my gentle sire and dame ! My message winna waite ; 50 55 60 51-58 . A familiar commonplace in ...
... tell the man his errand , Though he stude at the gait ; Bot straiht into the ha ' he cam , Quhair they were set at meit . " Hail ! hail ! my gentle sire and dame ! My message winna waite ; 50 55 60 51-58 . A familiar commonplace in ...
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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.