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Page 234 - A GOOD sword and a trusty hand! A merry heart and true! King James's men shall understand What Cornish lads can do. And have they fixed the where and when? And shall Trelawny die? Here's twenty thousand Cornish men Will know the reason why!
Page 88 - IN London was young Beichan born, He longed strange countries for to see ; But he was taen by a savage moor, Who handled him right cruellie ; For he viewed the fashions of that land ; • Their way of worship viewed he ; But to Mahound, or Termagant, "Would Beichan never bend a knee.
Page 89 - Their oaten pipes blew wondrous shrill. The hemlock small blew clear; And louder notes from hemlock large, And bog-reed, struck the ear; But solemn sounds, or sober thoughts, The Fairies cannot bear. They sing, inspired with love and joy, Like skylarks in the air; Of solid sense, or thought that's grave, You'll find no traces there. Fair Janet stood, with mind unmoved, The dreary heath upon; And louder, louder wax'd the sound, As they came riding on. Will o...
Page 82 - Pancras' church, Lord Lovel was laid in the choir ; And out of her bosom there grew a red rose, And out of her lover's a brier, brier, And out of her lover's a brier.
Page 65 - THERE cam' a bird out o' a bush, On water for to dine, An' sighing sair, says the king's daughter, " 0 wae's this heart o' mine ! " He's taen a harp into his hand, He's harped them all asleep, Except it was the king's daughter, He's luppen on his berry-brown steed, Taen 'er on behind himsell, Then baith rede down to that water That they ca...
Page 39 - Though green at noon, cut down at night, Shows thy decay ; All flesh is hay : Thus think, and smoke tobacco.
Page 81 - Oh, what is the matter," Lord Lovel he said, "Oh! what is the matter?" said he; "A lord's lady is dead," a woman replied, " And some call her Lady Nancy.
Page 235 - One and all!' and hand in hand, And who shall bid us nay? "And when we come to London Wall, A pleasant sight to view, Come forth! come forth, ye cowards all, Here's men as good as you ! "Trelawny he's in keep and hold, Trelawny he may die; But here's twenty thousand Cornish bold Will know the reason why!