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ancient ballads Andrew Lammie Annie appears auld baith ballad birk bonnie banks bonny Annie Border Minstrelsy bower brother brume blooms bonnie Childe Maurice Clerk Saunders collection copy daughter dear Earl Marshall Earl Richard Edinburgh edition Editor Eh vow bonnie Fair Janet fair Scotland father fause Fause Foodrage Fordie frae Frendraught Fyvie gane gang Gil Morice given gold gowd gude hame hand hey lillelu Hynd Jamie Douglas Jamieson John Johnie Johnie Scot King kirk knight lady fair Lady Maisery ladye laird land Lord mair Maisry Margaret maun Minstrel mother ne'er never o'er old ballads poetry Popular Ballads printed recitation Reliques Romance says Scot Sir Patrick Spens sister spak stanza steed Sweet Willie Syr Cauline ta'en thee thou Tiftie's traditionary TWA BROTHERS unto weel ye'll young young Benjie Young Johnston
12 ページ - O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the king o' me, To send us out, at this time of the year, To sail upon the sea ? ' ' Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet, Our ship must sail the faem ; The king's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis we must fetch her hame.
14 ページ - Gae, fetch a web o' the silken claith, Another o' the twine, And wap them into our ship's side, And let na the sea come in.
181 ページ - 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.
372 ページ - Wi' cauk and keel' I'll win your bread, And spindles and whorles for them wha need, Whilk is a gentle trade indeed, To carry the gaberlunzie on. I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee. And draw a black clout o'er my ee ; A cripple or blind they will ca' me, While we shall be merry and sing.
96 ページ - O what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills, That the sun shines sweetly on ? ' ' O yon are the hills of heaven,' he said, ' Where you will never win.' ' 0 whaten a mountain is yon, she said, ' All so dreary wi' frost and snow ? ' ' O yon is the mountain of hell,' he cried,
183 ページ - Out o' the lady's grave grew a bonny red rose, And out o' the knight's a brier. And they twa met, and they twa plat, And fain they wad be near ; And a' the warld might ken right weel, They were twa lovers dear.
79 ページ - He was a braw gallant, And he rid at the ring; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Oh he might have been a King! He was a braw gallant, And he playd at the ba; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Was the flower amang them a'.
120 ページ - 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.