English and Scottish Ballads: Book IV. Tragic Ballads (pt. 11-32). Book V. Love Ballads not tragic (pt. 1-8) v. 4. Book V. Love Ballads not tragic (pt. 9-45)

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Francis James Child
Little, Brown, 1857
 

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Pagina 154 - Wi' the auld moon in her arm ; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm." They hadna sailed a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The ankers brak, and the top-masts lap, It was sic a deadly storm ; And the waves cam o'er the broken ship, Till a
Pagina 153 - And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, Was walking on the strand. " To Noroway, to Noroway, To Noroway o'er the faem ; The king's daughter of Noroway 'Tis thou maun bring her hame.
Pagina 130 - You must be father and mother both, And uncle all in one; God...
Pagina 59 - In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new-slain knight; And naebody kens that he lies there But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair.
Pagina 60 - Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pike out his bonny blue een; Wi ae lock o his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
Pagina 87 - There came a man, by middle day, He spied his sport, and went away ; And brought the king that very night, Who brake my bower, and slew my knight. He slew my knight, to me sae dear ; He slew my knight, and poin'd...
Pagina 140 - When bells were rung, and mass was sung, And a' the bairns came hame, When every lady gat hame her son, The Lady Maisry gat nane.
Pagina 154 - O where will I get a gude sailor, To take my helm in hand, Till I get up to the tall topmast, To see if I can spy land ? " " O here am I, a sailor gude, « To take the helm in hand, Till you go up to the tall topmast, — But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.
Pagina 151 - O lang, lang may their ladies sit, Wi thair fans into their hand, Or eir they se Sir Patrick Spence Cum sailing to the land. O lang, lang may the ladies stand, Wi thair gold kems in their hair, Waiting for thair ain deir lords, For they'll se thame na mair.
Pagina 153 - Tis we must fetch her hame." They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn, Wi' a' the speed they may; They hae landed in Noroway, Upon a Wodensday.

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