English and Scottish ballads, selected and ed. by F.J. Child, Bind 3Francis James Child 1857 |
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Side 150 - The first line that Sir Patrick red, A loud lauch lauched he; The next line that Sir Patrick red, The teir blinded his ee. "O wha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o...
Side 87 - A brawer bower ye ne'er did see, Than my true love he built for me. There came a man, by middle day He spied his sport, and went away ; And brought the King that very night, Who brake my bower, and slew my knight. He slew my knight, to me sae dear; He slew my knight, and poin'd ' his gear; My servants all for life did flee, And left me in extremitie.
Side 59 - As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane ; The tane unto the t'other say, "Where sail we gang and dine to-day " " In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new-slain knight ; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. " His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk, to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate...
Side 130 - You must be father and mother both, And uncle all in one; God knows what will become of them, When I am dead and gone.
Side 140 - When bells were rung, and mass was sung, And a' the bairns came hame, When every lady gat hame her son, The Lady Maisry gat nane.
Side 152 - Our King has written a braid letter, And seal'd it with his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, Was walking on the strand. " To Noroway, to Noroway, To Noroway o'er the faem ; The King's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis thou maun bring her hame.
Side 151 - O lang, lang may their ladies sit, Wi thair fans into their hand, Or eir they se Sir Patrick Spence Cum sailing to the land. O lang, lang may the ladies stand, Wi thair gold kems in their hair, Waiting for thair ain deir lords, For they'll se thame na mair.
Side 155 - To take the helm in hand, Till you go up to the tall top-mast ; But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.
Side 150 - O wha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o' the yeir, To sail upon the se?
Side 131 - The parents being dead and gone, The children home he takes, And brings them straight unto his house Where much of them he makes. He had not kept these pretty babes A twelvemonth and a day, But, for their wealth, he did devise To make them both away.