The English and Scottish Popular Ballads, Volume 2, Issue 2

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Francis James Child
Houghton, Mifflin, 1886 - Ballads, English
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Page 341 - sene laird, And knights of high degree, But a fairer face than Young Waters Mine eyne did never see.' 7 Out then spack the jealous king, And an angry man was he : ' O if he had been twice as fair, You micht have excepted me.' Quhen, zoung, etc., areprinted when, young. 3*.
Page 495 - Now steal me some of your father's gold, And some of your mother's fee, And steal the best steed in your father's stable, Where there lie thirty three." 2 She stole him some of her father's gold, And some of her mother's fee, And she stole the best steed from her father's
Page 275 - Tho your heart's blood were a spilling. 5 ' O dinna ye mind, young man,' said she, ' When ye was in the tavern a drinking, That ye made the healths gae round and round, And slighted Barbara Allan ?
Page 427 - But think na ye my heart was sair, When I laid the moul on his yellow hair ? O think na ye my heart was wae, When I turnd about, away to gae ? 7 Nae
Page 271 - And there it is, a silken sarke, Your ain hand sewd the sleive ; Ye maun gae speik to Gill Morice, Speir nae bauld baron's leave.' 19 The lady stamped wi hir foot, And winked wi hir ee ; But a' that she coud say or do, Forbidden he wad nae bee. 20
Page 320 - ' He winna still, lady, for a' his father's land.' 17 ' 0 still my bairn, nourice, O still him wi the bell ! ' ' He winna still, lady, till ye come down yourseL' 18 O the firsten step she steppit, she steppit on a stane ; But the neisten step she steppit, she met him
Page 320 - limmer as eer hung on a tree ; She laid a plot wi Lamkin, whan her lord was oer the sea. 7 She laid a plot wi Lamkin, when the servants were awa, Loot him in at a little shot-window, and brought him to the ha. 8 ' 0 whare 's a' the men o this house, that ca me
Page 273 - in robes of grene, Sweete as the infant spring, And like the mavis on the bush He gart the vallies ring. After 27: That sweetly wavd around his face, That face beyond compare ; He sang sae sweet, it might dispel A' rage but fell dispair. The following stanzas were appended to the ballad in the edition reprinted by Percy
Page 427 - a grave, and laid him in, And happd him with the sod sae green. 6 But think na ye my heart was sair, When I laid the moul on his yellow hair ? O think na ye my heart was wae, When I turnd about,
Page 320 - 14 Then out it spak the lady, as she stood on the stair : ' What ails my bairn, nourice, that he 's greeting sae sair ? 15 ' O still my bairn, nourice, O still him wi the pap ! ' ' He winna still, lady, for this nor for that.' 16

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