The English and Scottish Popular Ballads, Part 9

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Francis James Child
Houghton, Mifflin, 1894 - Ballads, English
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I love the old mountain ballads, so this collection is must-have for my library. Read full review

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Page 100 - Then said the one unto the other, 'Here, man, tak ye my knife; Do ye tak aff the auld man's beard, And I'll kiss the goodwife.
Page 166 - WHY weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sail be his bride: And ye sail be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Page 216 - Here is a royal brand," she said, "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 100 - My hand is in my hussyfskap, Goodman, as ye may see; An it should nae be barrd this hundred year, It's no be barrd for me." They made a paction tween them twa, They made it firm and sure, That the first word whaeer shoud speak, Shoud rise and bar the door.
Page 106 - God saue our wiues from Morels nest, I pray you say all, amen. Thus endeth the iest of Morels skin, Where the curst wife was lapped in ; Because she was of a shrewde leere, • Thus was she serued in this maner. FINIS, QUOTH MAYSTER CHARME HER.
Page 135 - I'll remember thee, I'll fit thee! Enter Gaoler's Daughter, and sings. The George, holla ! came from the south, From the coast of Barbary-a ; And there he met with brave gallants of war, By one, by two, by three-a. Well hail'd, well hail'd, you jolly gallants ! And whither now are you bound-a ? O, let me have your company Till I...
Page 100 - Now whether is this a rich man's house, Or whether is it a poor?" But neer a word wad ane o them speak, For barring of the door.
Page 216 - He stepped in, gave her a kiss, The royal ring he brought him wi...
Page 117 - Syne to the servant's bed she gaes, To speer for the silly poor man. She gaed to the bed where the beggar lay, The strae was cauld, he was away ; She clapt her hands, cry'd " Waladay ! For some of our gear will be gane.
Page 247 - He gave her rich caudle, But the death-sleep slept she. Then her right side was opened, And the babe was set free. The babe it was christened, And put out and nursed, While the royal Queen Jane She lay cold in the dust.

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