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Page xviii - Pray now, buy some : I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. Aut. Here's one to a very doleful tune, how a usurer's wife was brought to bed of twenty money-bags at a burthen and how she longed to eat adders
Page 346 - He called up his merry men all, By one, by two, and by three ; Saying, " I'll away to fair Margaret's bower, By the leave of my lady.
Page 6 - The neighbours were friendly bidden, And all had welcome true, The poor from the gates were not chidden, When this old cap was new.
Page 173 - Her name was Barbara Allen. All in the merry month of May, When green buds they were swellin', Young Jemmy Grove on his death-bed lay, For love of Barbara Allen. He sent his man in to her then, To the town where she was dwellin', "O haste and come to my master dear, If your name be Barbara Allen.
Page xii - Which is my heritage, I will you bring; and with a ring By way of marri-age I will you take, and lady make, As shortly as I can: Thus have ye won an earl-es son And not a banished man.
Page 226 - ... they dare attempt it. The work goes forwards, and they, like so many valiant Amazons, do outface death, and dare danger, though it lurk in every basket : seven are shot, and three slain ; yet they scorn to leave their matchless undertaking, and thus they continue for ten days' space, possessing the beholders that they are immortal.
Page 112 - They passed as swift as any wind, That in two hours, or little more, He brought her to her father's door. But as they did this great haste make, He did complain his head did ake ; Her handkerchief she then took out, And tied the same his head about.
Page 346 - When day was gone, and night was come, And all men fast asleep, Then came the spirit of fair Margaret, And stood at William's feet.
Page 159 - I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell me Whether .thou dost know The bailiff's daughter of Islington?" " She 's dead, sir, long ago." 40 "Then I will sell my goodly steed, My saddle and my bow; I will into some far country, Where no man doth me know." " O stay, O stay, thou goodly youth...