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 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 154 - And a' the bells o' merry Lincoln Without men's hands were rung; And a' the books o' merry Lincoln Were read without man's tongue; And ne'er was such a burial Sin Adam's days begun.
Page 217 - Ji,f,fo, and fum ! I smell the blood of a Christian man ! Be he dead, be he living, wi...
Page 77 - O whan he came to broken briggs, He bent his bow and swam ; And whan he came to the green grass growin', He slack'd his shoon and ran.
Page 153 - She near'd Our Lady's deep draw-well, Was fifty fathom deep ; " Whare'er ye be, my sweet sir Hugh, I pray you to me speak.
Page 157 - O wha is this, or wha is that, Has tald the king o' me? For I was never a good seaman, Nor ever intend to be.
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 50 - Binnorie, O Binnorie ; There came a knight to be their wooer ; By the bonny milldams of Binnorie. He courted the eldest with glove and ring, Binnorie, O Binnorie ; But he lo'ed the youngest abune a' thing ; By the bonny milldams of Binnorie.