Wit and Mirth: Or, Pills to Purge Melancholy: Being a Collection of the Best Merry Ballads and Songs, Old and New. Fitted to All Humours, Having Each Their Proper Tune for Either Voice, Or Instrument: Most of the Songs Being New Set... London, Printed by W. Pearson for J. Tonson, 1719-20, Volume 4
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Page 284 - Accursed be he," Earl Percy said, " By whom this is denied." Then stepped a gallant squire forth, Witherington was his name, Who said, "I would not have it told To Henry our king, for shame, " That e'er my captain fought on foot, And I stood looking on.— You...
Page 284 - They closed full fast on every side, No slackness there was found; And many a gallant gentleman Lay gasping on the ground.
Page 115 - Which may gain her name of best; If she be not such to me, What care I how good she be ! 'Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool, and die? Those that bear a noble mind, Where they want of riches find, Think what with them they would do, That without them dare to woo.
Page 283 - Lo! yonder doth Earl Douglas come, His men in armour bright; Full twenty hundred Scottish spears, All marching in our sight; "All men of pleasant Tividale, Fast by the river Tweed...
Page 287 - The noble earl was slain. He had a bow bent in his hand, Made of a trusty tree; An arrow of a cloth-yard long To the hard head haled he.
Page 289 - twill no better be, I trust I have within my realm Five hundred as good as he. Yet shall not Scot nor Scotland say, But I will vengeance take, And be revenged on them all For brave Lord Percy's sake.
Page 282 - With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Page 281 - GOD prosper long our noble king, Our lives and safeties all; A woful hunting once there did In Chevy-Chase befall. To drive the deer with hound and horn Earl Percy took his way; The child may rue that is unborn The hunting of that day. The stout Earl of Northumberland A vow to God did make, His pleasure in the Scottish woods Three summer days to take; The...