The Ballad Book: A Selection of the Choicest British BalladsWilliam Allingham Sever and Francis, 1865 - 397 pages |
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abbot ain true love amang anither Annie auld bairn baith ballad Binnorie bonny mill-dams bower bride broom blooms bonnie castle Childe Maurice Clerk Saunders daughter dear doun Ettrick Forest Fair Annie father fause frae gane gang gentyll knyght Glasgerion Glenlogie grene wode grete gude hame heigh-ho hey lillelu hondred pounde Johnnie Kempion King kiss knee kynge lady lady's ladye Lamkin land lily gay little Musgrave Lord Thomas mair maun mayster merry monke mother nane ne'er never night Notyngham o'er Outlaw Outlaw Murray Percy primrose spreads proud sheryf rade Robin Hood Robyn Hode sall sayd Lytell Johan sayd Robyn sayd the knyght says Scotland Sir Patrick Spens spak spreads so sweetly steed ta'en thee thou true love unto weel Whan winna wolde wyll young Beichan ΙΟ
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Page 32 - There lived a wife at Usher's well, And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them o'er the sea. They hadna...
Page 276 - He has ta'en the watchman by the throat, He flung him down upon the lead — "Had there not been peace between our lands, Upon the other side thou hadst gaed ! "Now sound out, trumpets!" quo' Buccleuch; "Let's waken Lord Scroope right merrilie !" Then loud the warden's trumpet blew — 0 who dare meddle wi me?
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Page 3 - And see not ye that bonny road That winds about the fernie Brae ? That is the road to fair Elfland, Where thou and I this night maun gae. But, Thomas, ye maun hold your tongue, Whatever ye may hear or see ; For if you speak word in Elflyn land Ye '11 ne'er get back to your ain countrie.
Page 274 - Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen ? ' Quo' fause Sakelde ; ' come tell to me ! ' ' We go to hunt an English stag, Has trespass'd on the Scots countrie.
Page 273 - And have they ta'en him, Kinmont Willie, Against the truce of Border tide? And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch Is Keeper here on the Scottish side?
Page 140 - You must be father and mother both, And uncle all in one; God knows what will become of them, When I am dead and gone.
Page 353 - 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.