Allan's Illustrated Edition of Tyneside Songs and Readings: With Lives, Portraits, and Autographs of the Writers, and Notes on the Songs

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T. & G. Allan, 1891 - Ballads, English - 578 pages
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Page 45 - Weel may the keel row, The keel row, the keel row, Weel may the keel row, That my laddie's in: He wears a blue bonnet, A bonnet, a bonnetj He wears a blue bonnet, A dimple in his chin.
Page 327 - My altitude high, my body foure square, My foot in the grave, my head in the ayre. My eyes in my sides, five tongues in my wombe, Thirteen heads upon my body, four images alone.
Page 256 - Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Page 149 - An ill-far'd, ugly loon ; And I have married a keelman, And my good days are done.
Page 25 - I'll steer my fire, I'll make it bleeze a bonnie flame; Your bluid is thin, ye've tint the gate, Ye shouldna stray sae far frae hame.' " ' Nae hame have I,' the minstrel said, ' Sad party-strife o'erturn'd my ha'; And, weeping at the eve of life, I wander through a wreath o
Page 121 - NEIGHBOURS, I'm come for to tell ye, Our Skipper and Moll's to be wed; And if it be true what they're saying, Egad, we'll be all rarely fed ! They've brought home a shoulder of mutton, Besides two thumping fat geese, And when at the fire they're roasting, We're all to have sops in the greese.
Page 70 - And now the Sandhill with the sad tidings rings, And the tubs of the taties are left to take care; Fishwomen desert their crabs, lobsters, and lings, And each to the dead-house now runs like a hare; The glnssmen, some naked, some clad, heard the news, And off they ran.
Page 78 - I had breathed my last this morning in the ' harbour. Resolv'd to cross the River, Sirs, a Sculler did I get into, May Jonah's ill-luck be mine, another when I step into ! Just when we'd reach'd the deepest part, O horror ! there it founders, And down went poor Pillgarlick amongst the Crabs and Flounders ! But fate, that keeps us all in tow, from the monarch to the barber, Ordain'd I should not breathe my last, this morning in the harbour. I've broke down many a stage coach, and many a chaise and...
Page 32 - And bkss the soil where thou dost flow. Thy valiant sons, in days of old, Led by their Chieftains, brave and bold, Fought not for wealth, or shining gold, But to defend thy happy shores. So e'en as they of old have bled, And oft embrac'da gory bed, Thy modern sons, by Ridleys led, Shall rise to shield...
Page 24 - The snaw drives snelly through the dale, The gaberlunzie tirls my sneck, And, shiv'ring, tells his waefu' tale : ' Cauld is the night, O let me in, And dinna let your Minstrel fa', And dinna let his winding-sheet Be naething but a wreath o

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