Ancient Ballads and Songs of the North of Scotland: Hitherto Unpublished, with Explanatory Notes, Volume 2

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W. & D. Laing, and J. Stevenson, 1828 - Ballads, Scots
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Page 76 - Her mother died when she was young, Which gave her cause to make great moan ; Her father married the warst woman That ever lived in Christendom.
Page 156 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go...
Page 78 - That I have found in the green sea; And while your body it is on, Drawn shall your blood never be : But if you touch me, tail or fin, 55 I swear my brand your death shall be.
Page 77 - He stepped in, gave her a kiss, The royal ring he brought him wi'; Her breath was strang, her hair was lang And twisted ance about the tree; And with a swing she came about, " Come to Craigy's sea and kiss with me.
Page 264 - He hoist up sails, and awa' sail'd he, And sail'd into a far countrie ; And when he look'd upon his ring, He knew she loved another man. He hoist up sails and home came he, Home unto his ain countrie ; The first he met on his own land, It chanc'd to be a beggar man. " What news, what news, my gude auld What news, what news, hae ye to me ?" " Nae news, nae news," said the auld man, " The morn's our queen's wedding day.
Page 307 - They have brought them from the Amal'ekites; for the people spared the best of the sheep and of the oxen, to sacrifice to the LORD your God; and the rest we have utterly destroyed.
Page 255 - I heard a maid making her moan ; Said, Saw ye my father ? Or saw ye my mother ? Or saw y'e my brother John ? Or saw ye the lad that I love best, And his name it is Sweet William...
Page 323 - We do not know them in the fountain, but in the stream; not in the root, but in the stem; for we know not which is the mean man that did rise above the vulgar.
Page 77 - And while your finger it is on, Drawn shall your blood never be : But if you touch me, tail or fin, I swear...
Page 77 - Her breath was strang, her hair was lang, And twisted was about the tree, And with a swing she came about: " Come to Craigy's sea, and kiss with me. "Here is a royal belt...

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