The Ballads and Songs of Yorkshire, Transcribed from Private Manuscripts, Rare Broadsides, and Scarce Publications: With Notes and a Glossary

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Christopher James Davison Ingledew
Bell and Daldy, 1860 - English literature - 319 pages
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Page 70 - Lay me a green sod under my head, And another at my feet;* And lay my bent bow by my side, Which was my music sweet; And make my grave of gravel and green, Which is most right and meet.
Page 111 - In all the haste that ever may bee. " Commend me to that gentleman, And beare this letter here fro mee ; And say that earnestly I praye, He will ryde in my companie.
Page 68 - WHEN Robin Hood and Little John, Down a down, a down, a down, Went o'er yon bank of broom, Said Robin Hood to Little John, We have shot for many a pound : Hey down, a down, a down.
Page 65 - And to drink wine, beer, and ale. Call in a reckoning, said the bishop, For methinks it grows wond'rous high. Lend me your purse, master, said Little John, And I'll tell you bye and bye. Then Little John took the bishop's cloak, And spread it upon the ground, And out of the bishop's portmantua He told three hundred pound. Here's money enough, master...
Page 58 - He tooke his bow into his hand, It was made of a trusty tree, With a sheafe of arrowes at his belt, And to Fountaine Dale went he.
Page 61 - I am Little John, Robin Hood's man, Fryer, I will not lie ; If thou take not up thy dogs soone, I'le take up them and thee.
Page 49 - His boltes and arrowes eche one : When the sheriffe saw Little John bend his bow, He fettled him to be gone. Towards his house in Nottingham towne, He fled full fast away ; 230 And soe did all the companye : Not one behind wold stay.
Page 220 - For I was alive without the law once: but when the commandment came, sin revived, and I died.
Page 116 - They doom'd to dye, alas for ruth ! Thy reverend lockes thee could not save, Nor them their faire and blooming youthe. Wi' them full many a gallant wight They cruellye bereav'd of life : And many a childe made fatherlesse, And widowed many a tender wife.
Page 43 - As often wordes they breeden bale, So they parted Robin and John ; And John is gone to Barnesdale ; The gates he knoweth eche one. But when he came to Barnesdale, Great heavinesse there hee hadd, For he found tow of his owne fellowes, Were slaine both in a slade.

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