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ancient ballads Andrew Lammie Annie auld baith ballad birk bonnie banks bonny Annie Border Minstrelsy bower brother brume blooms bonnie Childe Maurice Clerk Saunders collection Complaynt of Scotland copy daughter dear Earl Earl Marshall 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 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 Ritson Romance says Scot Sir Patrick Spens sister spak stanza steed Syr Cauline ta'en thee thou Tiftie's traditionary true love unto weel ye'll young young Benjie Young Johnstone
122 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.
45 ページ - Hame cam his gude horse, But never cam he! Out cam his auld mither Greeting fu' sair, And out cam his bonnie bride Rivin' her hair. Saddled and bridled And booted rade he; Toom hame cam the saddle But never cam he! "My meadow lies green, And my corn is unshorn, My barn is to bigg, And my babie's unborn.
374 ページ - Lie you there, dove Isabel, And all my sorrows lie with thee ; Till Kemp Owyne come ower the sea, And borrow you with kisses three, Let all the warld do what they will, Oh borrowed shall you never be !
7 ページ - 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...
184 ページ - O mak' my bed, Lady Mother," he says, " O mak' it braid and deep ! And lay Lady Marg'ret close at my back, And the sounder I will sleep." Lord William was dead lang ere midnight, Lady Marg'ret lang ere day — And all true lovers that go thegither, May they have mair luck than they ! Lord William was buried in St.
98 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,
21 ページ - 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 !