Minstrelsy, Ancient and Modern: With an Historical Introduction and Notes, 第 1 巻

William Motherwell
W. D. Ticknor & Company, 1846

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164 ページ - O whare will I get a skeely skipper, To sail this new ship of mine ?" O up and spak' an eldern knight, Sat at the king's right knee, " Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor, That ever sailed the sea.
270 ページ - THERE lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she ; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them oer the sea...
271 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." And she has made to them a bed, She's made it large and wide; And she's ta'en her mantle her about, Sat down at the bedside. Up then crew the red, red cock, And up and crew the gray; The eldest to the youngest said. "Tis time we were away.
159 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...
166 ページ - Now, ever alake ! my master dear, I fear a deadly storm ! " I saw the new moon, late yestreen, Wi...
163 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.
61 ページ - Tis we must fetch her hame ' They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn, Wi' a' the speed they may ; They hae landed in Noroway, Upon a Wodensday.
197 ページ - OF a' the maids o' fair Scotland, The fairest was Marjorie; And young Benjie was her ae true love, And a dear true love was he. And wow but they were lovers dear, , And loved fu' constantlie ; But aye the mair when they fell out, The sairer was their plea.
245 ページ - I wad never hae trodden on Irish ground, If it had not been for thee. " I might have had a king's daughter, Far far beyond the sea ; 1 might have had a king's daughter, Had it not been for love o
165 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 ankers brak, and the topmasts lap, It was sic a deadly storm ; And the waves came o'er the 'broken ship Till a