English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 2Francis James Child Little, Brown, 1857 |
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Andrew Lammie Auchanachie auld bairn baith bluid bonnie banks bonny boy bonny mill-dams bower Childe Maurice Clerk Saunders Clyde's water copy door doun Edinbro Eh vow bonnie fair Annet fair Annie Fair Janet faith and troth father flowers the valley Fordie frae Fyvie gane gang Gill Morice gin ye Glasgerion Glenkindie gowd greenwud gude hame heart heigh-ho Hey wi Jamieson kiss lady Maisry ladye Leesome Brand lily gay lily oh Lord Barnard Lord Randal Lord Thomas mak my bed Margaret maun merry milldams of Binnorie Minstrelsy mother dear Motherwell nane ne'er never night o'er primrose spreads rose sall says Scottish sister slain Songs spak spreads so sweetly stanzas steed sweet Willie sweetly blown ta'en thee thou Tiftie's true love Twa Brothers unto weel Whan Whare Willie's Ye'll yellow hair young young Benjie zour
Populaire passages
Pagina 115 - 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.
Pagina 247 - I'm weary wi" hunting, and fain wald lie down." "Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?
Pagina 68 - Up then crew the red, red cock, And up and crew the gray; The eldest to the youngest said,
Pagina 247 - What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?" "I gat eels boiled in broo; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down.
Pagina 246 - O 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.
Pagina 114 - 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. 'Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons, And put on your armour so bright, And take better care of your youngest sister, For your eldest's awa the last night.
Pagina 48 - Their beds are made in the heavens high, Down at the foot of our good lord's knee, Weel set about wi' gillyflowers : , I wot sweet company for to see.
Pagina 123 - LORD Thomas and fair Annet Sate a' day on a hill ; Whan night was cum, and sun was sett, They had not talkt their fill. Lord Thomas said a word in jest, Fair Annet took it ill : " A' I will nevir wed a wife Against my ain friends will.
Pagina 210 - Haste, and come to me!" 0 Helen fair! O Helen chaste! If I were with thee, I were blest, Where thou lies low and takes thy rest On fair Kirconnell lea.
Pagina 142 - And there they tyed in a true lovers knot, Which made all the people admire. Then came the clerk of the parish, As you the truth shall hear, And by misfortune cut them down, Or they had now been there. V. BARBARA ALLEN'S CRUELTY Given, with some corrections, from an old black-letter copy, intitled, ' Barbara Allen's cruelty, or the young man's tragedy.