A Collection of Old Ballads ...

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Ambrose Philips
Trübner, 1725
 

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Page 219 - How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break?
Page 219 - That face, alas! no more is fair; Those lips no longer red: Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death, And every charm is fled. The hungry worm my sister is; This winding-sheet I wear: And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear.
Page 38 - Pleafures moft chearfully tells : Then Ding-dong fair Ladies and Lovers all true, This Ding-dong of Pleafure may fatisfy you. V. The V. The Life and Death of the Great Duke of Buckingham, who came to an untimely End, for confenting to the depofing of the two gallant young Princes, King Edward the Fourth's Children.
Page 260 - Fu' snug in a glen, where nane cou'd see, The twa, with kindly sport and glee, Cut frae a new cheese a whang : The priving was good, it pleas'd them baith, To lo'e her for ay, he gae her his aith. Quo' she, to leave thee I will be laith, My winsome Gaberlunzie-man. O kend my minny I were wi' you, Hl-fardly wad she crook her mou', Sic a poor man she'd never trow, After the Gaberlunzie-man.
Page 185 - I'll have the other bout, and tumble him in the River, And let the Devil help him out, or there he mall foak for ever.
Page 241 - THE LASS OF PATIE'S MILL.(i) THE lass of Patie's mill, So bonny, blyth, and gay, In spite of all my skill, She stole my heart away. When tedding of the hay, Bare-headed on the green, Love 'midst her locks did play, And wanton'd in her een. Her arms white, round, and smooth, Breasts rising in their dawn, To age it would give youth To press 'em with his hand : Thro' all my spirits ran An extasy of bliss, When I such sweetness fand Wrapt in a balmy kiss.
Page 253 - I'll aye remember ; But now her frowns make it decay, It fades as in December. Ye rural powers, who hear my strains, Why thus should Peggy grieve me ? Oh ! make her partner in my pains, Then let her smiles relieve me.
Page 259 - Wi' many good e'ens and days to me, Saying, Goodwife, for your courtesie, Will you lodge a silly poor man ? The night was cauld, the carle was wat, And down ayont the ingle he sat ; My daughter's shoulders he 'gan to clap, And cadgily ranted and sang. O wow ! quo...
Page 159 - COME let's drink the time invites, Winter and cold weather, For to pafs away long Nights, And to keep good Wits together ; Better far than Cards or Dice, Or 7/aaf's Ball that quaint Device, Made up with Fan and Feather.
Page 56 - Doors, kill'd every one they met with there, and rifled all the Goods; and in other Places they committed divers other Outrages. At length the News of 'this Dif order reaching the Ears of the Earls of Shrewsbury and Surrey...

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