Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs, Heroic Ballads, Etc, Volume 1

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Kerr & Richardson, 1869 - Ballads, Scots

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Page 233 - My breath was gone, my voice was loft: My bofom glow'd; the fubtile flame Ran quick through all my vital frame; O'er my dim eyes a darknefs hung, My ears with hollow murmurs rung: In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd, My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd, My feeble pulfe forgot to play, I fainted, funk, and dy'd away.
Page 91 - cry"d, thy true love calls, Come from her midnight grave; Now let thy pity hear the maid, Thy love refus'd to save. This is the dumb and dreary hour, When injur'd ghofts complain, And aid the fecret fears of night, To fright the faithlefs man. Bethink thee, WILLIAM, of thy fault, Thy pledg'd and broken oath,
Page 234 - will reign, And I will reign alone, My thoughts did evermore difdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deferts are fmall, Who dares not put it to the touch, But I will reign and govern
Page 72 - what ghaftly fpectre's yon, Comes, in his pale fhroud, bleeding after? Pale as he is, here lay him lay him down, O lay his cold head on my pillow; Tak afF tak aff thefe bridal weids, And crown my careful head with willow. Pale tho' thou art, yet beft. yet beft beluv'd, O could my
Page 295 - PEGGY is a young thing, Juft enter'd in her teens, Fair as the day, and fweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My PEGGY is a young thing, And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at The wauking of the fauld. My PEGGY
Page 70 - on Yarrow's banks the gowan, Fair hangs the apple frae the rock, Sweet the wave of Yarrow flowan. Flows Yarrow fweet? as fweet as fweet flows Tweed, As green its grafs, its gowan as yellow, As fweet fmells on its braes the birk, The apple frae the rock as mellow. Fair was thy luve, fair fair indeed thy luve, In
Page 71 - returning: But lang e'er night the fpear was flown That flew my luve, and left me mourning. What can my barbarous barbarous father do, But with his cruel rage purfue me? My luver's blood is on thy fpear, How can'ft thou, barbarous man, then woo me? My happy
Page 80 - rare, and WILLIE'S fair, and WILLIE'S wondrous bonny, And WILLIE hecht to marry me, Gin e'er he married ony. Yeftreen I made my bed fu' braid, This night I'll make it narrow; For a' the live-lang winter-night I'll ly twin'd of my marrow. O came you by yon water-fide ? Pu'd you the rofe or
Page 254 - of thunder on louder waves roar, That's naething like leaving my love on the fhore. To leave thee behind me, my heart is fair pain'd; By eafe that's inglorious no fame can be gain'd; And beauty and love's the reward of the brave, And I maun deferve it before I can crave.
Page 189 - lay; Let us, Amanda, timely wife, Like them improve the hour that flies, And in faft raptures wafte the day Amang the birks of Invermay. For foon the winter of the year, And age, life's winter, will appear; At this thy lively bloom will fade, As that will ftrip the verdant made; Our

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