English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 1

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Francis James Child
Sampson Low, 1861 - Ballads, English
 

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Page 214 - THERE lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she ; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them oer the sea...
Page 110 - I am but the Queen of fair Elfland, That am hither come to visit thee. ' Harp and carp, Thomas,' she said ; ' Harp and carp along wi' me ; And if ye dare to kiss my lips, Sure of your bodie I will be.' — ' Betide me weal, betide me woe, That weird shall never daunton me.' — Syne he has kiss'd her rosy lips, All underneath the Eildon Tree.
Page 215 - It neither grew in syke* nor ditch, Nor yet in ony sheugh;* But at the gates o Paradise, That birk grew fair eneugh. " 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.
Page 112 - Rins through the springs o' that countrie. Syne they came on to a garden green, And she pu'd an apple frae a tree — * ' Take this for thy wages, true Thomas ; It will give thee the tongue that can never lie.' 'My tongue is mine ain,' true Thomas said; 'A gudely gift ye wad gie to me!
Page 109 - Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hung fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas, he pull'd aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee, " All hail, thou mighty queen of heaven ! For thy peer on earth I never did see." —
Page 111 - O see ye not yon narrow road, So thick beset with thorns and briers ? That is the path of righteousness, Though after it but few enquires. And see not ye that braid, braid road, That lies across the lily leven ? That is the path of wickedness, Though some call it the road to heaven.
Page 145 - That I have found in the green sea; And while your body it is on, Drawn shall your blood never be; But if you touch me, tail or fin, I swear my brand your death shall be.
Page 48 - No aunswere made unto the kinge : But to the rivere tooke the sworde, And threwe it far as he coulde flinge. A hande and an arme did meete the sworde, And flourishd three times in the air ; Then sunke benethe the renninge streme, And of the duke was seene noe mair.
Page 59 - That is well said," quoth Lancelot then ; " But sith it must be so, What is the knight thou hatest thus? I pray thee to me show." " His name is Lancelot du Lake, He slew my brother dear ; Him I suspect of all the rest ; I would I had him here.

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