Minstrelsy, Ancient and Modern: With an Historical Introd. and NotesAlex. Gardner, 1873 - 9 páginas |
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Página 121 - THERE lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she ; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them oer the sea...
Página 185 - Get up, get up, lady mother,' he says, 'Get up, and let me in! Get up, get up, lady mother,' he says, 'For this night my fair ladye I've win.
Página 122 - Blow up the fire, my maidens! Bring water from the well! For a' my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well.
Página 14 - Gae, fetch a web o' the silken claith, Another o' the twine, And wap them into our ship's side, And let na the sea come in.
Página 45 - Hame cam his gude horse, But never cam he! Out cam his auld mither Greeting fu' sair, And out cam his bonnie bride Rivin' her hair. Saddled and bridled And booted rade he; Toom hame cam the saddle But never cam he! "My meadow lies green, And my corn is unshorn, My barn is to bigg, And my babie's unborn.
Página 7 - As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane ; The tane unto the t'other say, " Where sall we gang and dine to-day...
Página liii - For Wetharryngton my harte was wo, That ever he slayne shulde be ; For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to, Yet he knyled and fought on hys kne.
Página 183 - 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.
Página 123 - Tis time we were away.' The cock he hadna craw'd but once, And clapp'd his wings at a', When the youngest to the eldest said, ' Brother, we must awa. 'The cock doth craw, the day doth daw, The channerin' worm doth chide ; Gin we be mist out o' our place, A sair pain we maun bide.
Página 98 - O what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills, That the sun shines sweetly on ? ' ' O yon are the hills of heaven,' he said, ' Where you will never win.' ' 0 whaten a mountain is yon, she said, ' All so dreary wi' frost and snow ? ' ' O yon is the mountain of hell,' he cried,