English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 3Francis James Child Little, Brown, 1860 |
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Common terms and phrases
Andrew Lammie Auchanachie auld bairn baith Barbara Allen bluid bonnie banks bonny boy bonny milldams bower bride brother John Buchan's Ballads CHILDE MAURICE Clerk Saunders Clyde's water copy Davie doun Earl Brand Edinbro Eh vow bonnie eldest fair Annet fair Annie Fair Janet faith and troth father flowers the valley frae Fyvie gane gang gowd gude hadna hame harp heart heigh-ho Hey wi Jamieson kiss Lady Maisry ladye land Leesome Brand lily gay lily oh Lord Randal Margaret Marjorie maun merry milldams of Binnorie Minstrelsy mother dear Mother lady Motherwell Motherwell's nae mair nane 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 maun Ye'll yellow hair young zour
Popular passages
Page 227 - O where hae ye been, my handsome young man ? "— " I hae been to the wild wood ; mother make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie " Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son ? . » Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?
Page 115 - O hold your hand, Lord William!" she said, "For your strokes they are wondrous sair; True lovers I can get many a ane, But a father I can never get mair.
Page 68 - Up then crew the red, red cock, And up and crew the gray; The eldest to the youngest said,
Page 227 - What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?" "I gat eels boiled in broo; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down.
Page 197 - 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 226 - O where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son? O where hae ye been, my handsome young man ? " "I hae been to the wild wood; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down." " Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son ? Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?
Page 197 - 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 47 - It was about the midnight hour, When they asleep were laid, When in and came her seven brothers, Wi' torches burning red: When in and came her seven brothers, Wi...
Page 50 - Their beds are made in the heavens high, Down at the foot of our good lord's knee, Weel set about wi' gillyflowers : , I wot sweet company for to see.
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