The Ballads and Songs of Ayrshire, Volumes 1-2

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Thomas G. Stevenson, 1847 - Ballads, Scots
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Page 60 - The noble earl was slain. He had a bow bent in his hand, Made of a trusty tree ; An arrow of a cloth-yard long Up to the head drew he...
Page 29 - Sorely shent wi' this rebuke, Sorely shent was the heire of Linne ; His heart, I wis, was near to brast With guilt and sorrowe, shame and sinne.
Page 30 - John o' the Scales, One forty pence for to lend mee. Away, away, thou thriftless loone; Away, away, this may not bee: For Christs curse on my head, he sayd, If ever I trust thee one pennie. Then bespake the heire of Linne, To John o' the Scales wife then spake he: Madame, some almes on me bestowe, I pray for sweet Saint Charitie.
Page 31 - Cast off, cast off your silks so fine, And lay them on a stone, For they are o'er good and o'er costly To rot in the salt sea foam.
Page 46 - It's be wi' nae consent o' me I I ken I'll ne'er come back again, An' mony mae as weel as me. " There is not ane of a' yon men, But wha is worthy other three ; There is na ane amang them a', That in his cause will stap to die.
Page 34 - A trustier beast in a' the land A Scots king nevir try'd. Go, little page, tell Hardyknute, That lives on hill sae hie, To draw his sword, the dread of faes, And haste and follow me. The little page flew swift as dart Flung by his master's arm, "Come down, come down, lord Hardyknute, And rid your king frae harm.
Page 60 - Now yield thee, yield thee, Percy," he said, " Or else I vow I'll lay thee low ! "—
Page 31 - For well I wot thou hadst his land, And a good bargain it was to thee.
Page 28 - No shimmering sunn here ever shone ; No halesome breeze here ever blew. No chair, ne table he mote spye, No chearful hearth, ne welcome bed, Nought save a rope with renning noose, That dangling hung up o'er his head.
Page 26 - But for every pounde that John agreed, The land, I wis, was well worth three. He told him the gold upon the horde-, He was right glad his land to winne ; " The gold is thine, the land is mine, And now He be the lord of Linne.

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