Ancient Scottish Ballads: Recovered from Tradition and Never Before Published ; with Notes, Historical and Explanatory ; and an Appendix Containing the Airs of Several of the BalladsGeorge Ritchie Kinloch Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, & Green, 1827 - 270 pages |
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ae dochter afore Airly alonie amang ancient Atween auld baith ballad bed sune bespak blawn my plaid BONNIE ANNIE Border Minstrelsy bouer brother cauld wind's blawn Clerk Saunders Clyde's water dear Duke Earl Marshall Earl Richard easie won Editor fain wad lie fair lilie father frae gane Geordie GLASGOW PEGGY gowd greenwud sae bonnie hae ye hame Hazelgreen hills Hynde Etin Jamie Johnie Johnie Scot jollie young king's knicht lady LAIRD lassie licht Lord Beichan Lord Donald Lord Lovel maid mair mak my bed Margaret marry monie mother nane ne'er Northumberland onie Peggy plaid awa poison'd QUEEN ELEANOR'S CONFESSION queen Jeanie Robin Hood sall says Scotland Scottish snood spak steed Sweet William tane thee toun wad lie doun wad ye Wariestoun wedding weel weill Whan she cam whare wife Winesberrie winna ye maun Ye'll Ye've young Beichan young Redin
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Page 124 - He has tane her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her cannie, He has laid her on a bed of down, his ain dear Annie. " What can a woman do, love, I'll do for ye;" Muckle can a woman do, ye canna do for me." — " Lay about, steer about, lay our ship cannie, Do all ye can to save my dear Annie.
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Page 75 - Your coat the camovine ; Your apron o' the sallads neat, That taste baith sweet and fine. " Your hose sall be the brade kail-blade, That is baith brade and lang ; Narrow, narrow at the cute, And brade, brade at the brawn. " Your gloves sall be the marigold, All glittering to your hand, Weel spread owre wi' the blue blaewort, That grows amang corn-land.
Page 256 - What need ye hech ! and how ! ladies, What need ye how ! for me ; Ye never saw grace at a graceless face, — Queen Mary has nane to gie." "Gae forward, gae forward," the Queen she said, " Gae forward, that ye may see; For the very same words that ye hae said, Sall hang ye on the gallows tree.
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