English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 2 |
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Andrew Lammie Annie baith ballad Binnorie bonny Annie bonny boy bonny mill-dams bower bride brother called Childe copy cruel daughter dead dear death door doun fair father feet fell flowers frae Fyvie gane gang given green gude hair hame hand He's head heart heigh-ho Hey wi I'll Jamieson John kiss knee lady ladye laid land leave light lily gay look Lord mair Margaret marry maun milldams of Binnorie mother never night o'er primrose spreads ring rose sall says Scotland Scottish side sister sleep Songs spreads so sweetly stands stanzas steed sweet sweet Willie tell thee thou Tiftie's true love unto valley weel wife Willie wish woman wood Ye'll yellow young
Populaire passages
Pagina 107 - 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 239 - 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 60 - Up then crew the red, red cock, And up and crew the gray; The eldest to the youngest said,
Pagina 239 - 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 238 - 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 106 - 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 40 - 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 115 - 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 202 - 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 134 - 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.
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 2 English and Scottish Ballads, Francis James Child [The British poets] |
| Redacteur | Francis James Child |
| Uitgever | Little, Brown, 1857 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | de University of Michigan |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 28 feb 2006 |
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