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Page 133 - Love did lichtly me. O waly waly, but love be bonny A little time while it is new; But when 'tis auld, it waxeth cauld, And fades awa
Page 192 - Met you not with my true love By the way as you came? How shall I know your true love, That have met many a one, As I went to the holy land, That have come, that have gone?
Page 159 - Then all the maids of Islington Went forth to sport and playe, All but the bayliffes daughter deare ; She secretly stole awaye. She pulled off her gowne of greene, And put on ragged attire, And to faire London she would go, Her true love to enquire. And as she went along the high road, The weather being hot and drye, She sat her downe upon a green bank, And her true love came riding bye.
Page 136 - Love wont to gae! 1 leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree; But first it bow'd, and syne it brak, Sae my true Love did lichtly me. O waly waly, but love be bonny A little time while it is new; But when 'tis auld, it waxeth cauld And fades awa...
Page 144 - BE it right or wrong, these men among On women do complaine, Affermyng this, how that it is A labour spent in vaine To love them wele, for never a dele They love a man agayne : For...
Page 133 - Or wherefore should I kame my hair ? For my true love has me forsook, And says he'll never love me mair.
Page 148 - All though it were anoon ; For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.
Page 134 - Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves off the tree? O gentle death, when wilt thou come ? For of my life I am weary.
Page 176 - But tell me first what thou canst do ; Thou shalt be fitted thereunto. " Wilt thou be usher of my hall, To wait upon my nobles all ? Or wilt thou be taster of my wine, To wait on me when I do dine ? u Or wilt thou be my chamberlain, To make my bed both soft and fine ? Or wilt thou be one of my guard ? And I will give thee thy reward.