The English and Scottish Popular Ballads, Volume 1, Issue 1

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Francis James Child
Houghton, Mifflin, 1884 - Ballads, English
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Page 54 - 201. ble. What poor Ophelia says of us human creatures is even truer of ballads : " We know what we are, but know not what we may be." But when we consider how much would have to be dropped, how much to be taken
Page 101 - O hold your hand. Lord William ! ' she said, ' For your strokes they are wondrous sair ; True lovers I can get many a ane. But a father I can never get mair.' 8 O she 's taen out her handkerchief, It was o the holland sae fine, And aye she
Page 101 - O they rade on, and on they rade, And a' by the light of the moon, Until they came to yon wan water, And there they lighted down. 12 They lighted down to tak a drink Of the spring that ran sae clear, And down the stream ran his gude heart's blood, And sair she gan to fear.
Page 167 - your brand sae drap wi bluid, And why sae sad gang yee 0 ? ' ' OI hae killed my hauke sae guid, Mither, mither, 0 I hae killed my hauke sae guid, And I had nae mair bot hee O.' 2 ' Your haukis bluid was nevir sae
Page 158 - Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, 1803, in, 292. 1 ' 0 WHERE hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son? O where hae ye been, my handsome young man?' ' I hae been to the wild wood ; mother, make my bed soon, For I 'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down.
Page 251 - ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet. 4 ' Ye '11 sit on his white hause-bane, And I '11 pike out his bonny blue een ; Wi ae lock o his gowden hair We '11 theek our nest when it grows bare.
Page 156 - OI fear you are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son ! I fear you are poisoned, my handsome young man ! ' ' O yes, I am poisoned ; mother, mak my bed soon, For I 'm sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.' Kinloch's Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 110. From Mrs Comie, Aberdeen. 1
Page 167 - 0 I hae killed my reid-roan steid, Mither, mither, OI hae killed my reid-roan steid, That erst was sae fair and frie O.' 3 ' Your steid was auld, and ye hae gat mair, Edward, Edward, Your steid was auld, and ye hae gat mair, Sum other dule ye drie
Page 183 - consists of some scattered verses as remembered by Sir W. Scott. The directions in 3, 4 receive light from a passage in ' Robin Hood's Death and Burial : ' ' But give me my bent bow in my hand, And a broad arrow 1 '11 let flee, a. Mother-well's MS., p. 286. From the recitation of Mrs King, Kilbarchan Parish, February 9,1825. b.
Page 100 - stanzas from a penny pamphlet and from tradition. 1 ' RISE up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas,' she says, ' And put on your armour so bright ; Let it never be said that a daughter of thine Was married to a lord under night.

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