Popular Ballads and Songs: From Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce Editions, Том 2

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Robert Jamieson
A. Constable and Company, 1806
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Стр. 269 - So now is come our joyfulst feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repint, Bound your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now all our neighbors...
Стр. 9 - So thick beset with thorns and briers ? That is the path of righteousness, Though after it but few enquires. " And see ye not that braid, braid road, That lies across that lily leven ? That is the path of wickedness, Though some call it the road to Heaven.
Стр. 365 - But wha will bake my bridal bread, Or brew my bridal ale ? And wha will welcome my brisk bride, That I bring o'er the dale...
Стр. 117 - I'll freely gie, That for seven years I'll stay unwed, For the kindness thou dost show to me/' And she has brib'd the proud warder Wi...
Стр. 236 - THERE were three Kings into the east, Three Kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn should die. They took a plough and plough'd him down, Put clods upon his head, And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead. But the...
Стр. 115 - He longed strange countries for to see ; But he was taen by a savage moor, Who handled him right cruellie; For he viewed the fashions of that land ; Their way of worship viewed he ; But to Mahound, or Termagant, Would Beichan never bend a knee. So, in every shoulder they've putten a here ; In every bore they've putten a tree; And they have made him trail the wine And spices on his fair bodie.
Стр. 348 - Are up, and gotten lear, They'll help to gar the boatie row, And lighten a' our care. The boatie rows, the boatie rows, The boatie rows fu' weel ; And lightsome be her heart that bears The murlain and the creel.
Стр. 288 - The conquest of your 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 ; When Glory recommends the grief Despair distrusts the healing.
Стр. 270 - 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. 185 - She's turned her richt and round about, And thrice she blew on a grass-green horn ; And she sware by the moon and the stars abopn, That she'd gar me rue the day I was born.

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