The English and Scottish Popular Ballads, Volume 3, Issue 2

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Francis James Child
Houghton, Mifflin, 1889 - Ballads, English
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Page 474 - And he has plunged in wi' a' his band, And safely swam them thro' the stream. He turned him on the other side, And at Lord Scroope his glove flung he — ' If ye like na my visit in merry England, In fair Scotland come visit me...
Page 394 - For if my father and mother got wit, And my bold brethren three, O mickle wad be the gude red blude This day wad be spilt for me ! .100 " O little did my mother ken, That day she cradled me, The lands I was to travel in, Or the death I was to die !
Page 414 - How long shall fortune faile me nowe, And harrowe me with fear and dread ? How long shall I in bale abide, In misery my life to lead ? " To fall from my bliss, alas the while...
Page 472 - Ha', where that he lay, That Lord Scroope has ta'en the Kinmont Willie Between the hours of night and day. He has ta'en the table wi' his hand, He garr'd the red wine spring on hie — "Now Christ's curse on my head," he said, "But avenged of Lord Scroope I'll be!
Page 473 - Where are ye gaun ye mason lads, Wi' a' your ladders, lang and hie?' 'We gang to herry a corbie's nest, That wons not far frae Woodhouselee.
Page 473 - And when we left the Staneshaw-bank, The wind began full loud to blaw ; But 'twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet, When we came beneath the castle wa'.
Page 308 - Tell me whos men ye ar," he says, " or whos men that ye be : Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays, in the spyt of myn and of me." The first mane that ever him an answear mayd, yt was the good lord Perse : "We wyll not tell the whoys men we ar...
Page 472 - They band his legs beneath the steed, They tied his hands behind his back; They guarded him, fivesome on each side, And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack. They led him thro...
Page 305 - WHEN I travelled, I took a particular delight in hearing the songs and fables that are come from father to son, and are most in vogue among the common people of the countries through which I passed; for it is impossible that any thing should be universally tasted and approved by a multitude, though they are only the rabble of a nation, which hath not in it some peculiar aptness to please and gratify the mind of man.
Page 474 - They thought King James and a' his men Had won the house wi' bow and spear; It was but twenty Scots and ten, That put a thousand in sic a stear! Wi' coulters, and wi' forehammers, We garr'd the bars bang merrilie, Until we came to the inner prison, Where Willie o

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