Ancient Scottish Ballads: Recovered from Tradition and Never Before Published ; with Notes, Historical and Explanatory ; and an Appendix Containing the Airs of Several of the Ballads
George Ritchie Kinloch
Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, & Green, 1827 - Ballads, English - 270 pages
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Page 62 - The game of Robin Hood was celebrated in the month of May. The populace assembled previous to the celebration of this festival, and chose some respectable member of the corporation to officiate in the character of Robin Hood, and another in that of Little John, his squire. Upon the day appointed, which was a Sunday or...
Page 198 - But wha will bake my bridal bread, Or brew my bridal ale, O ; And wha will welcome my bonnie bride, Is mair than I can tell, O.
Page 197 - My father he is a shepherd mean, Keeps sheep on yonder hill, O, And ye may gae and speer at him, For I am at his will, O.
Page 71 - O ladie can ye fancy me, For to be my bride ; Ye'se get a' the flowers in my garden, To be to you a weed.
Page 256 - For he viewed the fashions of that land ; • Their way of worship viewed he ; But to Mahound, or Termagant, "Would Beichan never bend a knee. So...
Page 185 - When first she look'd the letter on, She was baith red and rosy; '° But she had na read a word but twa, Till she wallow't like a lily. Gar get to me my gude grey steed, My menzie a' gae wi' me; For I shall neither eat nor drink, 15 Till Enbrugh town shall see me.
Page 253 - Yestreen the Queen had four maries, The nicht she'll hae but three; There was Mary Beatoun, Mary Seaton, And Mary Carmichael, and me. Aft hae I set pearls in her hair, Aft hae I lac'd her gown, And this is the reward I now get, To be hang'd in Edinbruch town! O a...
Page 187 - Some gae her marks, some gae her crowns, Some gae her dollars many; And she's tell'd down five thousand pound, And she's gotten again her dearie. She blinkit blythe in her Geordie's face, Says, " Dear I've bought thee, Geordie; But there sud been bluidy bouks on the green, Or I had tint my laddie." He claspit her by the middle sma', And he kist her lips sae rosy ; — , " The fairest flower o' woman-kind, Is my sweet, bonnie lady !
Page 117 - O black were their stockings, and black were their bands, And black were the weapons they held in their hands ; O black were their mufflers, and black were their shoes, And black were the cheverons they drew on their luves. They mourned in the kitchen, and they mourn'd in the ha', But royal King Henry mourn'd langest of a'.