The Book of Scottish Ballads

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Alexander Whitelaw
Blackie, 1845 - Ballads, Scots - 576 pages
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Page 66 - hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) " О come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young lord Lochinvar ?"
Page 177 - lived a wife at Usher's well. And a wealthy wife was she ; She had three stout and stalwart sons. And sent them o'er the sea. They hadna been a week from her, A week but barely ane, When word came to the carline wife. That her three sons were
Page 79 - •TWAS at the silent solemn hour, When night and morning meet ; In glided Margaret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet. Her face was like an April morn, Clad in a wintry cloud : And clay-cold was her lily hand, That held her sable shrowd. So shall the fairest face appear. When youth and
Page 178 - And she has made to them a bed, She's made it large and wide ; And she's ta'en her mantle her about, Sat down at the bed-side. Up then crew the red red cock, And up and crew the gray; The eldest to the youngest said,
Page 407 - living creature came that way. I took his body on my back. And whiles I gaed, and whiles I sat ; I digg'da grave, and laid him in. And happ'd him with the sod sae green. But think na ye my heart was sair, When I laid the
Page 13 - Play me no tricks," said lord Ronald, " Your riddle is hard to read." О and proudly stood she up ! Her heart within her did not fail : She look'd into lord Ronald's eyes, And told him all her nurse's
Page 66 - tide— And now I am come, with this lost love of mine. To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens In Scotland more lovely by far. That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar. The bride kiss'd the goblet; the knight took it up, He quafPd off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She look'd down to blush, and
Page 467 - me," Syne he has kissed her rosy lips, All underneath the Eildon Tree. " Now, ye maun go wi' me," she said ; " True Thomas, ye maun go wi' me; And ye maun serve me seven years, Thro' weal or woe as may chance to be.
Page 511 - desire of maiden's een In that mild face could never be seen* Her seymar was the lily flower, And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower ; And her voice like the distant melodye. That floats along the twilight sea. But she loved to raike the lanely glen, And keeped
Page 79 - These lips no longer red : Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death, And every charm is fled. " The hungry worm my sister is ; This winding-sheet I wear: And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear. "But hark! the cock has warn'd me hence! A long and last adieu ! Come see, false man, how low

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