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Page 12 - O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the king o' me, To send us out, at this time of the year, To sail upon the sea ? ' ' Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet, Our ship must sail the faem ; The king's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis we must fetch her hame.
Page 14 - Gae, fetch a web o' the silken claith, Another o' the twine, And wap them into our ship's side, And let na the sea come in.
Page 181 - O hold your hand, Lord William!" she said, "For your strokes they are wondrous sair; True lovers I can get many a ane, But a father I can never get mair.
Page 372 - Wi' cauk and keel' I'll win your bread, And spindles and whorles for them wha need, Whilk is a gentle trade indeed, To carry the gaberlunzie on. I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee. And draw a black clout o'er my ee ; A cripple or blind they will ca' me, While we shall be merry and sing.
Page 96 - O what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills, That the sun shines sweetly on ? ' ' O yon are the hills of heaven,' he said, ' Where you will never win.' ' 0 whaten a mountain is yon, she said, ' All so dreary wi' frost and snow ? ' ' O yon is the mountain of hell,' he cried,
Page 183 - Out o' the lady's grave grew a bonny red rose, And out o' the knight's a brier. And they twa met, and they twa plat, And fain they wad be near ; And a' the warld might ken right weel, They were twa lovers dear.
Page 79 - He was a braw gallant, And he rid at the ring; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Oh he might have been a King! He was a braw gallant, And he playd at the ba; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Was the flower amang them a'.
Page 120 - Blow up the fire, my maidens! Bring water from the well! For a' my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well.