Old English BalladsJames Pinckney Kinard Silver, Burdett, 1902 - 126 pages |
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Page 84 - Blow up the fire, my maidens! Bring water from the well! For a' my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well.
Page 43 - For yonder I heare Sir Guye's home blowe, For he hath slaine Robin Hoode. 48. ' For yonder I heare Sir Guye's home blow, Itt blowes soe well in tyde, For yonder comes that wighty yeoman, Cladd in his capull-hyde. 49. ' Come hither, thou good Sir Guy, Aske of mee what thou wilt have : ' 'I'le none of thy gold,' sayes Robin Hood,
Page 63 - good Lord, yf thy will it be! I have a hondrith captayns in Ynglonde," he sayd, "as good as ever was he: But, Perse, and I brook my lyffe, thy deth well quyte shall be.
Page 65 - Was walking on the sand. The first line that Sir Patrick red, A loud lauch lauched he; The next line that Sir Patrick red, The teir blinded his ee. "O wha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o' the yeir, To sail upon the se!
Page 68 - As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane; The tane unto the t'other say, "Where sail we gang and dine to-day?
Page 81 - O sweet Margret, O dear Margret, I pray thee speak to me; Give me my faith and troth, Margret, As I gave it to thee.
Page 84 - Up then crew the red, red cock, And up and crew the gray; The eldest to the youngest said,
Page 61 - Ther was never a freake wone foot wolde fle, But still in stour dyd stand, Heawyng on yche othar, whylle the myghte dre, With many a balfull brande.
Page 101 - Here may ye se, that women be In love, meke, kynde, and stable Late never man reprove them than, Or call them variable ; But, rather, pray God, that we may To them be comfortable ; Which sometyme proveth such, as he loveth, Yf they be charytable.
Page 83 - THERE lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she ; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them oer the sea. They hadna...