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, Том 2A. Constable and Company, 1806 - Всего страниц: 409 |
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... ha'e they the king's daughter , Fair Annie hight by name . They've carried her into fremmit lands , To a duke's son of high degree ; And he has gie'n for Fair Annie Mickle goud and white money . And eight lang years o ' love sae leal ...
... ha'e they the king's daughter , Fair Annie hight by name . They've carried her into fremmit lands , To a duke's son of high degree ; And he has gie'n for Fair Annie Mickle goud and white money . And eight lang years o ' love sae leal ...
Стр. 105
... nor Fair Annie , His mither ne'er can ha'e . " That princess stood her son before : My lord the king , " said she , " Fy on the lawless life ye lead , Dishonour'd as ye be ! " Its Annie's gude , and Annie's fair , And 105.
... nor Fair Annie , His mither ne'er can ha'e . " That princess stood her son before : My lord the king , " said she , " Fy on the lawless life ye lead , Dishonour'd as ye be ! " Its Annie's gude , and Annie's fair , And 105.
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... ha'e . " " Oh na , that girdle she ne'er shall fa ' ; That I can never bear ; The luckless morn I gave you a ' , Ye gae me that girdle to wear . " That lord before his bride gan stand : " My noble bride and queen ! O whatten a gift to ...
... ha'e . " " Oh na , that girdle she ne'er shall fa ' ; That I can never bear ; The luckless morn I gave you a ' , Ye gae me that girdle to wear . " That lord before his bride gan stand : " My noble bride and queen ! O whatten a gift to ...
Стр. 151
... ha'e the wale o ' good living Whan to Kincawsen we gang . " There my father he is an auld cobler , My mother she is an auld dey ; And we'll sleep on a bed o ' green rashes , And dine on fresh cruds and green whey . ” " You're welcome ...
... ha'e the wale o ' good living Whan to Kincawsen we gang . " There my father he is an auld cobler , My mother she is an auld dey ; And we'll sleep on a bed o ' green rashes , And dine on fresh cruds and green whey . ” " You're welcome ...
Стр. 152
... You've lain till its lang o ' the day . " You might ha'e been out at the shealin , Instead o ' sae lang to lye , And up and helping my mother To milk baith her gaits and kye . Then out spak Lizie Lindsay , The tear blindit her 152.
... You've lain till its lang o ' the day . " You might ha'e been out at the shealin , Instead o ' sae lang to lye , And up and helping my mother To milk baith her gaits and kye . Then out spak Lizie Lindsay , The tear blindit her 152.
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