Minstrelsy of the Scottish border: consisting of historical and romantic ballads, collected [by sir W. Scott]. [Another], Volume 2

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Page 330 - O that I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries; Out of my bed she bids me rise, Says "Haste and come to me!
Page 329 - Lee ! 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 ! O think na ye my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spak...
Page 225 - And a' the warld might ken right weel, They were twa lovers dear. But bye and rade the Black Douglas, And wow but he was rough ! For he pull'd up the bonny brier, And flang'd in St.
Page 216 - In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new-slain Knight ; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. ' His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet. ' Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pick out his bonny blue een : Wi...
Page 222 - 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 435 - O WHA will shoe my bonny foot ? And wha will glove my hand ? And wha will lace my middle jimp Wi' a lang, lang linen band ? " O wha will kame my yellow hair, With a new-made silver kame ? And wha will father my young son, Till Lord Gregory come hame...
Page 346 - The starling flew to his mother's window stane, It whistled and it sang ; And aye the ower word o' the tune Was " Johnie tarries lang !" They made a rod o' the hazel bush, Another o' the slae-thorn tree, And mony mony were the men At fetching our Johnie.
Page 224 - Get up, get up, lady mother," he says, " Get up, and let me in ! Get up, get up, lady mother," he says, " For this night my fair lady I've win.
Page 97 - To man I can be answerable ; and for God, I will take him in my own hand." Claverhouse mounted his horse, and marched, and left her with the corpse of her dead husband lying there ; she set the bairn on the ground, and gathered his brains, and tied up his head, and straighted his body, and covered him in her plaid, and sat down, and wept over him.
Page 216 - As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane ; The tane unto the t'other say, " Where sall we gang and dine to-day...

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