The Ballad Book: A Selection of the Choicest British BalladsMacmillan & Company, 1865 - 393 pages |
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abbot amang anither auld bairn baith ballad bespake Binnorie birk bonny mill-dams bower bride broom blooms bonnie castle Childe Maurice Clerk Saunders Clyde's water daughter dear doun Edom Ettrick Forest Fair Annie father fause frae gane gang gentyll knyght Glasgerion Glenlogie green grene wode grete gude hame heigh-ho hey lillelu hondred pounde Johnnie King knee kynge lady ladye Lamkin land lily gay little Musgrave Lizie Lindsay Lord Thomas mair maun mayster merry mither monke nane ne'er never night Notyngham o'er Outlaw Outlaw Murray primrose spreads proud sheryf rade Robin Hood Robyn Hode sall sayd Lytell Johan sayd Robyn sayd the knyght says Scotland spak spreads so sweetly steed sweet ta'en thee thou true love unto weel Whan Willie wolde wyll ye'll Young Beichan young Redin ΙΟ
Popular passages
Page 29 - 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 64 - I must give, That I have but three days more to live ; For if I do not answer him questions three, My head will be smitten from my bodie.
Page 40 - Tis not the frost, that freezes fell, Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie, 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry; But my Love's heart grown cauld to me. When we cam in by Glasgow toun. We were a comely sicht to see ; My Love was clad in the black velvet, And I mysel in cramasie. But had I wist, before I kist, That love had been sae ill to win, I had lock'd my heart in a case o' gowd, And pinn'd it wi
Page 247 - And what will ye leave to your ain mither dear, Edward, Edward? And what will ye leave to your ain mither dear, My dear son, now tell me, O?' — ' The curse of hell frae me sall ye bear, Mither, Mither; The curse of hell frae me sall ye bear : Sic counsels ye gave to me, O...
Page 59 - They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn, Wi' a' the speed they may; They hae landed in Noroway, Upon a Wodensday. They hadna been a week, a week In Noroway but twae, When that the lords o' Noroway Began aloud to say: 'Ye Scottishmen spend a' our king's goud, And a
Page 274 - 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?
Page 140 - These pretty Babes with hand in hand Went wandering up and down ; But never more they saw the Man Approaching from the Town. In both these stanzas the words and the order of the words in no respect differ from the most unimpassioned conversation. There are words in both, for example, "the Strand,
Page 281 - Lay me a green sod under my head, And another at my feet ; And lay my bent bow by my side, Which was my music sweet ; And make my grave of gravel and green, Which is most right and meet. Let me have length and breadth enough. With a green sod under my head ; That they may say, when I am dead, Here lies bold Robin Hood.
Page 141 - His conscience felt an hell : His barns were fired, his goods consumed, His lands were barren made, His cattle died within the field, And nothing with him stayed.
Page 39 - Forsaken 0 WALY, waly up the bank, And waly, waly, down the brae, And waly, waly, yon burn-side, Where I and my Love wont to gae!