Twelve Romantic Scottish Ballads: With the Original Airs, Arranged for the Pianoforte

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W. and R. Chambers, 1844 - Ballads, Scots - 27 pages
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Page 17 - And hold my steed in your hand, Until that against your seven brethren bold, And your father I make a stand." She held his steed in her milk-white hand. And never shed one tear, Until that she saw her seven brethren fa', And her father
Page 18 - wan water, And there they lighted down. They lighted down to take a drink O' the spring that ran sae clear; And down the stream ran his gude heart's blood, And sair she began to fear. " Hold up, hold up, Lord William," she says, " For I fear that you are slain !"
Page 17 - Rise up, rise up, Lord Douglas," she says, " And put on your armour so bright; Let it never be said that a daughter of thine Was married to a lord under night." He's mounted her on a milk-white steed, Himself on a dapple gray, With a
Page 12 - Now she has kilted her robes of green A piece below her knee, And a' the live-long winter night The dead corpse followed she. " Is there any room at your head, Willie, Is there any room at your feet, Or any room at your side, Willie, Wherein that I may creep
Page 6 - was its make; The sun took delight to shine for its sake, And it will be the brag o' the forest yet. The simmer is gane when the leaves they were green, And the days are awa that we hae seen; But far better days, I trust, will come again^ For my bonnie laddie's young, but
Page 11 - There came a ghost to Marg'ret's door, With many a grievous groan; And aye he tirle'd at the pin, But answer made she none. " Is that my father Philip, Or is't my brother John, Or is't my true love Willie, From Scotland new come home
Page 18 - O they rade on, and on they rade, And a' by the light o' the moon, Until they cam to yon wan water, And there they lighted down. They lighted down to take a drink
Page 11 - true love Willie, From Scotland new come home ?" " O sweet Marg'ret! O dear Marg'ret! I pray thee speak to me; Give me my faith and troth, Marg'ret, As I gave it to thee." " Thy faith and troth thou'se never get,
Page 18 - Oh hold your hand, Lord William!" she said, " For your strokes they are wondrous sair; True lovers I may get mony a ane, But a father I can never get mair."
Page 12 - Is there any room at your feet, Or any room at your side, Willie, Wherein that I may creep ?" " There's no room at my head, Marg'ret, There's no room at my feet; There's no room at my side, Marg'ret,

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