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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 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 169 - 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 160 - 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 253 - 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 158 - 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 169 - 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 185 - 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.