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... Bednall Green : - : - " This very house was built by the Blind Beggar of Bednall Green , so much talked of and sung in ballads ; but they say it was only some outhouses of it . " SIR ANDREW BARTON [ Percy Folio , III . 399. ] The events ...
... Bednall Green : - : - " This very house was built by the Blind Beggar of Bednall Green , so much talked of and sung in ballads ; but they say it was only some outhouses of it . " SIR ANDREW BARTON [ Percy Folio , III . 399. ] The events ...
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... BEDNALL GREEN . SIR ANDREW BARTON_ Headpiece Go fetch me down my armour of proof ( p . 47 ) Tailpiece LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET- Headpiece As gin she had been a bride He had a rose into his hand And fell dead by her side Tailpiece ...
... BEDNALL GREEN . SIR ANDREW BARTON_ Headpiece Go fetch me down my armour of proof ( p . 47 ) Tailpiece LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET- Headpiece As gin she had been a bride He had a rose into his hand And fell dead by her side Tailpiece ...
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... the Hunting of the Cheviot : God send us all good ending ! tear , injury ( ? ) . spurn , retaliation . bales bete , sufferings better . sen , when . The Blind Beggar's Daughter of Bednall Green THIS Song's of. The Hunting of the Cheviot 25.
... the Hunting of the Cheviot : God send us all good ending ! tear , injury ( ? ) . spurn , retaliation . bales bete , sufferings better . sen , when . The Blind Beggar's Daughter of Bednall Green THIS Song's of. The Hunting of the Cheviot 25.
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Reginald Brimley Johnson. The Blind Beggar's Daughter of Bednall Green THIS Song's of a beggar who long lost his sight , And had a fair daughter , most pleasant and bright ; And many a gallant brave suitor had she , And none was so ...
Reginald Brimley Johnson. The Blind Beggar's Daughter of Bednall Green THIS Song's of a beggar who long lost his sight , And had a fair daughter , most pleasant and bright ; And many a gallant brave suitor had she , And none was so ...
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... Bednall Green , That daily sits begging for charity , He is the kind father of pretty Bessee . " His marks and his token are knowen full well ; He always is led by a dog and a bell ; A poor silly old man , God knoweth , is he , Yet he ...
... Bednall Green , That daily sits begging for charity , He is the kind father of pretty Bessee . " His marks and his token are knowen full well ; He always is led by a dog and a bell ; A poor silly old man , God knoweth , is he , Yet he ...
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Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern, Volume 1 Reginald Brimley Johnson Visualização completa - 1894 |
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Adam Bel arrow auld ballads Bednall Green blind beggar blood bonny bower Captain Car Carterhaugh Cheviot Child Waters Clym dead dear doughty Douglas Earl Ellen fair Annet Fair Janet fair lady fast father foot-page frae gallant gane Glasgerion gold hame hand hast hath HEADPIECE heart hundrith Jock king king's knee knight Lamkin Little John little Musgrave Lord Barnard lord Howard lord Persè maid maiden main-mast tree mair maun merry Messrs mother ne'er never noble nourice nut-brown bride o'er Otterbourne pretty Bessee quoth ride Robin Hood says ship shot Sir Andrew Barton sister slain spake steed sweet William sword ta'en TAILPIECE Tam Lin tane thee thou little Thou shalt town true love twa sisters unto W. B. Yeats weel wife William of Cloudeslè wood yeomen yonder Young Johnstone
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Página 84 - them straightway follow him, And look they did not cry : And two long miles he led them on, While they for food complain : " Stay here," quoth he, " I'll bring you bread, When I come back again." These pretty babes, with hand in hand, Went wandering up and down ; But never more could see the man
Página 91 - Their hats they swam aboon. O lang, lang, may their ladies sit Wi' their fans into their hand, Or e'er they see Sir Patrick Spence Come sailing to the land. O lang, lang, may the ladies stand Wi' their gold kems in their hair, Waiting for their ain dear lords, For they'll see them na mair.
Página 64 - in cramasie. But had I wist, before I kiss'd, That love had been sae ill to win, I'd lock'd my heart in a case of gold, And pinn'd it with a silver pin. Oh, oh, if my young babe were born, And set upon the nurse's knee, And I mysel' were dead and gane ! For a maid again I'll never be. •^= The
Página 183 - their swords, till sair they swat, And the blood ran down like rain. But Percy with his guid braid sword, That could so sharply wound, Has wounded Douglas on the brow, Till he fell to the ground. Then he called on his little foot-page, And said—" Run speedily, And fetch my ain dear sister's son,
Página 85 - piously Did cover them with leaves. And now the heavy wrath of God, Upon their uncle fell ; Yea, fearful fiends did haunt his house, His conscience felt an hell ; His barns were fir'd, his goods consum'd, His lands were barren made, His cattle died within the field, And nothing with him stayed. And in the voyage of Portugal
Página 49 - bride ; Fair Annet may leave the land." Up then rose fair Annet's father, Twa hours or it were day, And he is gane into the bower Wherein fair Annet lay. " Rise up, rise up, fair Annet," he says, " Put on your silken sheen ; Let us gae to St. Mary's kirk, And see that rich
Página 16 - leaned on his brand, And saw the Douglas dee ; He took the dead man by the hand, And said, "Woe is me for thee ! " To have saved thy life, I would have parted with My landes for years three, For a better man, of heart nor of hand, Was not in all the north
Página 223 - And then I'll be your ain true-love, I'll turn a naked knight; Then cover me wi' your green mantle, And cover me out o' sight." Gloomy, gloomy, was the night, And eerie was the way, As fair Jenny, in her green mantle, To Miles Cross she did gae.
Página 183 - He belted on his guid braid sword, And to the field he ran; But he forgot the helmet good, That should have kept his brain. When Percy wi' the Douglas met, I wat he was fu' fain ; They swakked their swords, till sair they swat, And the blood ran down like rain. But Percy with his guid braid sword,
Página 88 - Was fifty fathom deep. 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. She's ta'en her mantle her about, Her coffer by the hand ; And she's gane out to seek her son, And