English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 6

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Francis James Child
Little, Brown, 1860 - Ballads, English
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Page 255 - I a' my fee, For ae blast o' the western wind, To blaw the reek frae thee." O then bespake her daughter dear, — She was baith jimp and sma': "O row' me in a pair o' sheets, And tow me owre the wa'!
Page 64 - He has ta'en the watchman by the throat, He flung him down upon the lead — "Had there not been peace between our lands, Upon the other side thou hadst gaed ! "Now sound out, trumpets!" quo' Buccleuch; "Let's waken Lord Scroope right merrilie !" Then loud the warden's trumpet blew — 0 who dare meddle wi me?
Page 63 - Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?" Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell to me!"— Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band, And the nevir a word of lear had he. "Why trespass ye on the English side? Row-footed outlaws, stand!" quo' he; The nevir a word had Dickie to say, Sae he thrust the lance through his fause bodie.
Page 60 - Now word is gane to the bauld Keeper, In Branksome Ha', where that he lay, That Lord Scroope has ta'en the Kinmont Willie Between the hours of night and day. He has ta'en the table wi' his hand, He garr'd the red wine spring on hie — "Now Christ's curse on my head," he said, "But avenged of Lord Scroope I'll be!
Page 60 - And whae will dare this deed avow? Or answer by the Border law? Or answer to the bauld Buccleuch?" "Now baud thy tongue, thou rank reiver ! There's never a Scot shall set thee free : Before ye cross my castle yate, I trow ye shall take farewell o
Page 32 - Then spak the kene Laird of Buckscleuth, A stalworthe man, and sterne was he — " For a King to gang an Outlaw till, Is beneath his state and his dignitie. " The man that wons yon Foreste intill, He lives by reif and felonie! Wherefore, brayd on, my sovereign liege, Wi' fire and sword we'll follow thee; Or, gif your courtrie lords fa' back, Our Borderers sail the onset gie.
Page 181 - Take here the rings from my white fingers, That are so long and small, And give them to my Lady fair, Where she sits in her hall. " So I cannot loup, I cannot come, I cannot loup to thee — My earthly part is all consumed, My spirit but speaks to thee.
Page 59 - They band his legs beneath the steed, They tied his hands behind his back; They guarded him, fivesome on each side, And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack.
Page 64 - And when we left the Staneshaw-bank, The wind began full loud to blaw; But 'twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet, When we came beneath the castle wa'. We crept on knees, and held our breath, Till we placed the ladders against the wa' ; And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell To mount the first before us a'.
Page 61 - And have they e'en ta'en him, Kinmont Willie, Withouten either dread or fear ? And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch Can back a steed, or shake a spear?

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