Early Ballads Illustrative of History, Traditions, and Customs: Also, Ballads and Songs of the Peasantry of England, Taken Down from Oral Recitation and Transcribed from Private Manuscripts, Rare Broadsides, and Scarce PublicationsRobert Bell G. Bell & sons, 1885 - 472 ページ |
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Adam Bell ancient Arthur O'Bradley ballad barley-mow beauty beggar bonny milldams boys brave bride broadside called Catskin copy cried dance daughter dear death doth drink Earl Brand England Ettricke Foreste fair father frae gallant give gold Greensleeves grief gude hand harvest-home hear heart Here's a health honour husbandman jolly jovial hunter king knight lady ladye land lass Little John live Lord Lord Gregory maid married Mary Ambree merrily merry milldams of Binnorie ne'er never noble painful plough Percy Percy Society pleasure plough plow poem poor Popular Music pounds pray pretty Bessee printed quoth Ralph Erskine rich Robin Hood says Scho servingman sewe sing song sorrow squire sung sweet sword Taunton Dean tell thayme thee thou art thy horn true tune unto verse wedding wife Wind well thy wyth young
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132 ページ - Wi' the auld moon in her arm ; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm." They hadna sailed a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The anchors brak, and the top-masts lap, It was sic a deadly storm ; And the waves cam' o'er the broken ship, Till a
81 ページ - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
130 ページ - Our king has written a braid letter, And sealed it with his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, Was walking on the strand. "To Noroway, to Noroway, To Noroway o'er the faem; The king's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis thou maun bring her hame.
65 ページ - COME listen to me, you gallants so free, All you that love mirth for to hear, And I will tell you of a bold outlaw, That lived in Nottinghamshire. As Robin Hood in the forest stood, All under the green-wood tree...
131 ページ - 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.
121 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.
130 ページ - O whare will I get a skeely skipper, To sail this new ship of mine ?' — O up and spake an eldern knight, Sat at the King's right knee, — 'Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor, That ever...
211 ページ - 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." "Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?
123 ページ - 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.
120 ページ - RISE up, rise up, now, lord Douglas," she says, " And put on your armour so bright ; Let it never be said that a daughter of thine Was married to a lord under night. " Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons, And put on your armour so bright, And take better care of your youngest sister, For your eldest's awa