Danmarks gamle folkeviser, Volume 5

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Samfundet til den danske literaturs fremme, 1890 - Ballads
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Page 302 - And keep, my son, your very life, " Ye have that ladye to your wife." Now, or a month was come and gane, The ladye bare a bonny son ; And 'twas weel written on his breast-bane, " Cospatrick is my father's name.
Page 35 - I'm gaun o'er the sea, Fair Annie, A braw bride to bring hame. Wi' her I will get gowd and gear ; Wi' you I ne'er got nane. " But wha will bake my bridal bread, Or brew my bridal ale ? And wha will welcome my brisk bride, That I bring o'er the dale...
Page 302 - For to the grene-wood I maun gae, To pu' the red rose and the slae ; To pu' the red rose and the thyme, To deck my mother's bour and mine.
Page 301 - Now, speak to me, blankets, and speak to me, bed, And speak, thou sheet, enchanted web ; And speak up, my bonny brown sword, that winna lie, Is this a true maiden that lies by me...
Page 301 - It is not a maid that you hae wedded, But it is a maid that you hae bedded ; It is a leal maiden that lies by thee, But not the maiden that it should be.
Page 36 - My gown is on," said the new-come bride, "My shoes are on my feet, And I will to Fair Annie's chamber, And see what gars her greet.
Page 35 - There came a knight out oer the sea, And steald my sister away; The shame scoup in his company, And land whereer he gae!" She hang ae napkin at the door, Another in the ha, And a' to wipe the trickling tears, Sae fast as they did fa.
Page 36 - For I have seven ships o' mine ain, A' loaded to the brim, And I will gie them a' to thee, Wi' four to thine eldest son; But thanks to a' the powers in heaven That I gae maiden hame!
Page 302 - Wi' high-coll'd hose and laigh-coll'd shoon, And he seem'd to be sum kingis son. "And be I a maid, or be I nae, He kept me there till the close o' day ; And be I a maid, or be I nane, He kept me there till the day was done.
Page 36 - What ails ye, what ails ye, Fair Annie, That ye make sic a moan? Has your wine barrels cast the girds, Or is your white bread gone? "O wha was't was your father, Annie, Or wha was't was your mother? And had ye ony sister, Annie, Or had ye ony brother?" "The Earl of Wemyss was my father, The Countess of Wemyss my mother; And a' the folk about the house To me were sister and brother.

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