Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border: Consisting of Historical and Romantic Ballads, Collected in the Southern Counties of Scotland; with a Few of Modern Date, Founded Upon Local Tradition, Volumen3

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1821
 

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Página 48 - 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 176 - And see not ye that braid, braid road, That lies across the lily leven ? That is the path of wickedness, Though some call it the road to heaven. And see not ye that bonny road That winds about the fernie Brae ? That is the road to fair Elfland, Where thou and I this night maun gae. But, Thomas, ye maun hold your tongue, Whatever ye may hear or see ; For if you speak word in Elflyn land Ye '11 ne'er get back to your ain countrie.
Página 221 - John I must wander alone ; In thy bower I may not be." — '"Now, out on thee, faint-hearted knight! Thou shouldst not say me nay ; For the eve is sweet, and when lovers meet, Is worth the whole summer's day. "'And...
Página 46 - 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. They hadna...
Página 172 - Harp and carp, Thomas," she said ; " Harp and carp along wi' me ; And if ye dare to kiss my lips, Sure of your bodie I will be." " Betide me weal, betide me woe, That weird shall never daunton me." Syne he has kissed her rosy lips, All underneath the Eildon Tree.
Página 49 - 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 128 - Dool and wae for the order, sent our lads to the Border, The English for ance, by guile wan the day ; The flowers of the forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land are cauld in the clay. We'll hear nae mair lilting, at the ewe milking ; Women and bairns are heartless and wae ; Sighing and moaning, on ilka green loaning — The flowers of the forest are a
Página 218 - gainst the English yew, To lift the Scottish spear. Yet his plate-jack was braced, and his helmet was laced, And his vaunt-brace of proof he wore : At his saddle-gerthe was a good steel sperthe, Full ten pound weight and more. The Baron returned in three days...
Página 223 - Yet hear but my word, my noble lord ! For I heard her name his name ; And that lady bright, she called the knight, Sir Richard of Coldinghame. " The bold Baron's brow then changed, I trow, From high blood-red to pale— "The grave is deep and dark — and the corpse is stiff and stark — So I may not trust thy tale. "Where fair Tweed flows round holy Melrose, And Eildon slopes to the plain, Full three nights ago, by some secret foe, That gay gallant was slain. "•The varying light deceived thy...
Página 327 - Fair is the crystal hall for me With rubies and with emeralds set; And sweet the music of the sea Shall sing, when we for love are met. " How sweet to dance with gliding feet Along the level tide so green, Responsive to the cadence sweet That breathes along the moonlight scene...

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