Popular Ballads and Songs: From Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce Editions, Том 21806 |
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Стр. 45
... father should get word What's past between us twa , Before that he should eat or drink , He'd hang you o'er that wa . " But ye'll come to my bower , Willie , Just as the sun gaes down ; And kep me in your arms twa , And latna me fa ...
... father should get word What's past between us twa , Before that he should eat or drink , He'd hang you o'er that wa . " But ye'll come to my bower , Willie , Just as the sun gaes down ; And kep me in your arms twa , And latna me fa ...
Стр. 47
... " though I would your father hang , Your mother's dear to me . " He kist him o'er and o'er again ; " My grandson I thee claim ; And Robin Hood in gude green wood , And that shall be your name . " And mony ane sings o ' grass , o ' 47.
... " though I would your father hang , Your mother's dear to me . " He kist him o'er and o'er again ; " My grandson I thee claim ; And Robin Hood in gude green wood , And that shall be your name . " And mony ane sings o ' grass , o ' 47.
Стр. 77
... father dear , Your step - mother him wi ' . " She's ta'en a cake o ' the best bread , A bottle o ' the best wine ; And a ' the keys upon her arm , And to the yates is gane . * " O you're welcome hame , my ain good lord , To your ha's ...
... father dear , Your step - mother him wi ' . " She's ta'en a cake o ' the best bread , A bottle o ' the best wine ; And a ' the keys upon her arm , And to the yates is gane . * " O you're welcome hame , my ain good lord , To your ha's ...
Стр. 81
... has grief enough o ' will ; Thy greetin ' maks it mair . " Poor bairnie ! now a father's smile Maun never foster thee ; And what can e'er gie solace till My bairnies , or to me ! VOL . II . F 82 " The sun , that gilt my morn of 81.
... has grief enough o ' will ; Thy greetin ' maks it mair . " Poor bairnie ! now a father's smile Maun never foster thee ; And what can e'er gie solace till My bairnies , or to me ! VOL . II . F 82 " The sun , that gilt my morn of 81.
Стр. 82
... father , And the lady was my mother ; And a ' the bairns beside mysel Was a sister and a brother . " - 66 Sing on , sing on , ye sad lady ; I wat ye hae sung in time ; Gin the earl of Richmond was your father , I wat sae was he mine ...
... father , And the lady was my mother ; And a ' the bairns beside mysel Was a sister and a brother . " - 66 Sing on , sing on , ye sad lady ; I wat ye hae sung in time ; Gin the earl of Richmond was your father , I wat sae was he mine ...
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Стр. 269 - Since if my plaints serve not to approve The conquest of thy beauty, It comes not from defect of love, But from excess of duty. For knowing that I sue to serve A saint of such perfection, As all desire, but none deserve, . A place in her affection, I rather choose to want relief Than venture the revealing; Where glory recommends the grief, Despair distrusts the healing.
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Стр. 252 - Now all our neighbours' chimneys smoke, And Christmas blocks are burning ; Their ovens they with baked meats choke, And all their spits are turning. Without the door let sorrow lie ; And if for cold it hap to die, We'll bury't in a Christmas pie, And evermore be merry.
Стр. 330 - And dress'd mysel' fu' braw ; 1 trow my heart was dowf and wae, When Jamie gaed awa : But weel may the boatie row, And lucky be her part ; And lightsome be the lassie's care That yields an honest heart ! When Sawnie...
Стр. 255 - And twenty other gambols mo, Because they will be merry. Then wherefore in these merry days Should we, I pray, be duller .' No, let us sing some roundelays, To make our mirth the fuller. And...