The Bishoprick Garland: Or, A Collection of Legends, Songs, Ballads, &c. Belonging to the County of Durham (Google eBook)

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Nichols, and Baldwin & Cradock, 1834 - Ballads, English - 84 pages
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Page 41 - Then to advise how war may, best upheld, Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold, In all her equipage : besides, to know Both spiritual power and civil, what each...
Page 13 - Northumberland, Now rayse thy half moone up on hye. But the dun bulle is fled and gone, And the halfe moone vanished away : The erles, though they were brave and bold, Against soe many could not stay. Thee, Norton, wi' thine eight good sonnes, They doom'd to dye, alas for ruth ! Thy reverend lockes thee could not save, Nor them their faire and blooming youthe. Wi...
Page 16 - Lord, send us peace into the realm, That every man may live on his own ! I trust to God, if it be his will, That Weardale men may never be overthrown. For great troubles they've had in hand, With Borderers pricking hither and thither, But the greatest fray that e'er they had, Was with the men of Thirlwall and Willie-haver.
Page 20 - George Carrick, and his brother Edie, Them two, I wot they were both slain ; Harry Corbyl, and Lennie Carrick, Bore them company in their pain. One of our Weardale-men was slain, Rowland Emerson his name hight ; I trust to God his soul is well, Because he fought unto the right.
Page 8 - O, goe to the court yet, good, my lord, And take thy gallant men with thee : If any dare to doe you wrong, Then your warrant they may bee." " Now nay, now nay, thou lady faire, The court is full of subtiltie ; And if I goe to the court, lady, Never more I may thee see." " Yet goe to the court, my lord," she sayes, " And I myselfe will ryde wi' thee : At court then for my dearest lord, His faithfull borrowe I will bee.
Page 12 - Erie's have wonne them presentlie. The uttermost walles were lime and bricke ; But thoughe they won them soon anone, Long e'er they wan the innermost walles, For they were cut in rocke of stone. Then newes unto leeve London came, In all the speede that ever might bee, And word is brought to our royall Queene Of the rysing in the North countrie.
Page 49 - She won't get up to serve her swine, But lies in bed till eight or nine, And surely she does take her time. And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey, The wife that sells the barley, honey? She lost her pocket and all her money Aback o' the bush i
Page 64 - Dame, get up and bake your pies, Bake your pies, bake your pies; Dame, get up and bake your pies, On Christmas day in the morning.
Page 9 - Down he kneeled on his knee ; And tooke the letter betwixt his hands, And lett the gentleman it see. And when the letter it was redd Adore that goodlye companye, I wis, if you the truthe wold know, There was many a weeping eye.
Page 8 - Now nay, now nay, my ladye gay, Alas ! thy counsell suits not mee ; Mine enemies prevail so fast, That at the court I may not bee. O goe to the court yet, good my lord, And take thy gallant men with thee : If any dare to doe you wrong, Then your warrant they may bee. Now nay, now nay, thou lady faire, The court is full of subtiltie ; And if I goe to the court, ladye, Never more I may thee see.

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