Popular Ballads and Songs: From Tradition, Manuscripts and Scarce Editions; with Translations of Similar Pieces from the Ancient Danish Language, and a Few Originals by the Editor, Volume 1 |
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Page 90 - Is there ony room at your head, Saunders, Is there ony room at your feet? Or ony room at your side, Saunders, Where fain, fain, I wad sleep?
Page 76 - I will gi'e up this English lord, Till my young babe be born ; But the never a day nor hour langer, Though my life should be forlorn.
Page 81 - Then up and gat the seventh o' them, And never a word spake he ; But he has striped his bright brown brand Out through Clerk Saunders
Page 268 - Where many I found earning of pence, But none at all once regarded me. I gave them my plaint upon my knee; They liked it well when they had it read, But lacking Money I could not be sped. In Westminster Hall I found out one Which went in a long gown of ray, {82a} I crouched and kneeled before him anon, For Mary's love of help I him pray. "I wot not what thou mean'st...
Page 207 - I wish I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; And I am weary of the skies, For her sake that died for me.
Page 159 - Our gude ship sails the morn." " Now ever alake, my master dear, I fear a deadly storm ! " I saw the new moon, late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm ; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm.
Page 153 - She's taen her mantle her about, Her coffer by the hand, And she's gane out to seek her son, And wanderd oer the land. She's doen her to the Jew's castell, Where a' were fast asleep : " Gin ye be there, my sweet Sir Hugh, I pray you to me speak.
Page 43 - The louder rair'd the sea. The wind grew loud, and the sea grew rough, And the ship was rent in twain ; And soon he saw her, fair Annie, Come floating o'er the main. He saw his young son in her arms, Baith toss'd aboon the Vide ; He wrang his hands, and fast he ran, And plunged in the sea sae wide.
Page 99 - Forbid it, forbid it," says that lady, " That ever sic shame betide ; That I should first be a wild loon's lass, And than a young knight's bride.
Page 152 - How will I come up? How can I come up? How can I come to thee ? For as ye did to my auld father, The same ye'll do to me.