Popular Ballads and Songs: From Tradition, Manuscripts and Scarce Editions; with Translations of Similar Pieces from the Ancient Danish Language, and a Few Originals by the Editor, Volume 1

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A. Constable and Company, 1806 - Ballads, Danish

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Page 79 - Then up and gat the seventh o' them, And never a word spake he ; But he has striped his bright brown brand Out through Clerk Saunders
Page 41 - But mine o' the diamonds fine. 'Sae open the door, now, love Gregor, And open it wi' speed; Or your young son, that is in my arms, For cald will soon be dead.
Page 15 - Woe worth you, woe worth, my mery men all You were nere borne for my good ; Why did you not offer to stay my hand, When you see me wax so wood...
Page 74 - I will gi'e up this English lord, Till my young babe be born ; But the never a day nor hour langer, Though my life should be forlorn.
Page 152 - Gae hame, gae hame, my mither dear, Prepare my winding 'sheet, And at the back o merry Lincoln The morn I will you meet.
Page 149 - He kick'd the ba' with his right foot, And catch'd it wi' his knee ; And throuch-and-thro' the Jew's window, He gar'd the bonny ba' flee. He's doen him to the Jew's castell, And walk'd it round about ; And there he saw the Jew's daughter At the window looking out "Throw down the ba', ye Jew's daughter, Throw down the ba' to me !" " Never a bit," says the Jew's daughter,
Page 266 - Where many I found earning of pence, But none at all once regarded me. I gave them my plaint upon my knee; They liked it well when they had it read, But lacking Money I could not be sped. In Westminster Hall I found out one Which went in a long gown of ray, {82a} I crouched and kneeled before him anon, For Mary's love of help I him pray. "I wot not what thou mean'st...
Page 205 - I wish I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; And I am weary of the skies, For her sake that died for me.
Page 157 - Our gude ship sails the morn." " Now ever alake, my master dear, I fear a deadly storm ! " I saw the new moon, late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm ; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm.
Page 100 - Mrs., or rather Miss Manley, for she was never married, is best known as the authoress of the ' New Atalantis,' a scandalous work, which she published at the end of the seventeenth or the beginning of the eighteenth century.

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