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48 ページ - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
278 ページ - In somer, when the shawes be sheyne, And leves be large and long, Hit is full mery in feyre foreste To here the foulys song: To se the dere draw to the dale, And leve the hilles hee, And shadow hem in the leves grene, Under the grene-wode tre. Hit befel on Whitsontide, Erly in a May mornyng, The Son up feyre can shyne, And the briddis mery can syng. "This is a mery mornyng...
96 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! 4. He was a braw gallant, And he playd at the ba; And the bonny Earl of Murray Was the flower amang them a'.
201 ページ - a shall not ding us i' the teeth with his bread and his broth, that he shall not. Come, boy; I'll provide for thee, I warrant thee.
278 ページ - This is a mery mornyng," seid Litull John, "Be hym that dyed on tre; A more mery man then I am one Lyves not in Cristiante. 5 "Pluk up thi hert, my dere mayster," Litull John can sey, "And thynk hit is a full fayre tyme In a mornyng of May.
256 ページ - Fyghte ye, my myrry men, whyllys ye may, for my lyff-days ben gan.
319 ページ - WHY weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sail be his bride: And ye sail be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
198 ページ - My love he built another ship, and set her on the main. And nane but twenty mariners for to bring her hame, But the weary wind began to rise, and the sea began to rout; My love then and his bonny ship turned withershins