English and Scottish Ballads, Volumen2Little, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Andrew Lammie auld bairn baith ballad bluid bonny boy bonny mill-dams bower brother Childe Maurice Childe Vyet Clerk Saunders copy dear gin door doun fair Annet fair Annie fair Ellinor Fair Janet fair lady faith and troth father flowers the valley frae Fyvie gane gang Gill Morice gowd gude ha'ena hame heigh-ho Hey wi Jamieson kiss lady Maisry ladye Leesome Brand lily gay little Musgrave Lochroyan Lord Barnard Lord Gregory Lord Ingram Lord Randal Lord Thomas maidens mair Maiserey Margaret maun merry milldams of Binnorie Minstrelsy mother dear Motherwell nane ne'er never night nut-browne bride o'er primrose spreads rose sall says Scotland Scottish sister slain spak spreads so sweetly stanzas steed sweet Willie ta'en thee thou Tiftie's true love unto weel Whan Whare Willie's wow for day Ye'll yellow hair young zour
Pasajes populares
Página 212 - O that I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; Out of my bed she bids me rise, Says,
Página 118 - ... the moon, Until they came to yon wan water, And there they lighted down. 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. "Hold up, hold up, Lord William," she says, "For I fear that you are slain!
Página 127 - My maids, gae to my dressing-room, And dress to me my smock; The one half is o the holland fine, The other o needle-work.
Página 248 - 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."— " Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? » Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?
Página 47 - Wi' torches burning red: When in and came her seven brothers, Wi' torches burning bright: They said, ' We hae but ae sister, And behold her lying with a knight 1' Then out and spake the first o' them, 'I bear the sword shall gar him die.
Página 211 - Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me! 0 think na ye my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spak nae mair! There did she swoon wi' meikle care, On fair Kirconnell Lee.
Página 50 - 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.
Página 49 - Your faith and troth ye sall never get, " Nor our true love sall never twin, " Until ye come within my bower, " And kiss me cheik and chin." " My mouth it is full cold, Margaret, " It has the smell, now, of the ground ; " And if I kiss thy comely mouth, " Thy days of life will not be lang. " O, cocks are crowing a merry midnight, " I wot the wild fowls are boding day ; " Give me my faith and troth again, " And let me fare me on my way.
Página 300 - OF a' the maids o' fair Scotland, The fairest was Marjorie ; And young Benjie was her ae true love, And a dear true love was he. And wow but they were lovers dear, And loved fu' constantlie ; But aye the mair when they fell out, The sairer was their plea.
Página 112 - O he's gane down to yon shore side As fast as he could fare ; He saw fair Annie in the boat, But the wind it tossed her sair. » " And hey, Annie, and how, Annie ! " O Annie, winna ye bide !" But aye the mair he cried Annie, The braider grew the tide. " And hey, Annie, and how, Annie ! " Dear Annie, speak to me !" But aye the louder he cried Annie, The louder roared the sea.