Minstrelsy of the Scottish border: ballads, collected by sir W. Scott. Repr. of the orig. ed1869 |
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... O'er a sheep's head ; He laugh'd at stories about ghaists ; Blythe Willie's dead ! Watson's Scotish Poems , Edin . 1706 . 1 We may form some idea of the stile of life maintained by the border warriors , from the anecdotes , handed down ...
... O'er a sheep's head ; He laugh'd at stories about ghaists ; Blythe Willie's dead ! Watson's Scotish Poems , Edin . 1706 . 1 We may form some idea of the stile of life maintained by the border warriors , from the anecdotes , handed down ...
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... o'er the heather to join in the game . CHORUS . Then up with the Banner , let forest winds fan her , She has blazed over Ettrick eight ages and more ; In sport we'll attend her , in battle defend her , With heart and with hand , like ...
... o'er the heather to join in the game . CHORUS . Then up with the Banner , let forest winds fan her , She has blazed over Ettrick eight ages and more ; In sport we'll attend her , in battle defend her , With heart and with hand , like ...
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... o'er his mantle's folds of green His amber locks redundant wave ? When slow returns the fated day , That view'd their chieftain's long array , Wild to the harp's deep plaintive string , The virgins raise the funeral strain , From Ord's ...
... o'er his mantle's folds of green His amber locks redundant wave ? When slow returns the fated day , That view'd their chieftain's long array , Wild to the harp's deep plaintive string , The virgins raise the funeral strain , From Ord's ...
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... o'er haunted Hermitage ; Where , long by spells mysterious bound , They pace their round , with lifeless smile , And shake , with restless foot , the guilty pile , Till sink the mouldering towers beneath the burden'd ground . ' Shades ...
... o'er haunted Hermitage ; Where , long by spells mysterious bound , They pace their round , with lifeless smile , And shake , with restless foot , the guilty pile , Till sink the mouldering towers beneath the burden'd ground . ' Shades ...
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... o'er Johnie . Then out and spak his auld mither , And fast her tears did fa'- " Ye wad nae be warn'd , my son Johnie , Fra the hunting to bide awa ' . " Aft hae I brought to Breadislee , The less gear and the mair , But I ne'er brought ...
... o'er Johnie . Then out and spak his auld mither , And fast her tears did fa'- " Ye wad nae be warn'd , my son Johnie , Fra the hunting to bide awa ' . " Aft hae I brought to Breadislee , The less gear and the mair , But I ne'er brought ...
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Página 236 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Página 24 - When, in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ;Then lies him down the lubber fiend. And, stretch'd out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Página 237 - His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Página 237 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Página 423 - 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 mavin hold your tongue, Whatever ye may hear or see ; For, if you speak word in Elflyn land, Ye'll ne'er get back to your ain countrie.
Página 210 - And tauld the king o' me, To send us out, at this time of the year, To sail upon the sea ? " Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet, Our ship must sail the faem ; The king's daughter of Noroway, Tis we must fetch her hame.
Página 208 - And also thro' the Carlisle sands ; They brought him to Carlisle castell, To be at my Lord Scroope's commands. " My hands are tied, but my tongue is free, And whae will dare this deed avow? Or answer by the Border law ? Or answer to the bauld Buccleuch ?" " Now haud thy tongue, thou rank reiver ! There's never a Scot shall set thee free : Before ye cross my castell yate, I trow ye shall take farewell o
Página 211 - They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn, Wi' a' the speed they may ; They hae landed in Noroway, Upon a Wodensday. They hadna been a week, a week In Noroway but twae, When that the lords o' Noroway Began aloud to say : " Ye Scottishmen spend a
Página 311 - 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 214 - 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 lady I've win.