The Ballads of Scotland, Volume 2William Edmondstoune Aytoun W. Blackwood and sons, 1859 |
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Andrew Lammie auld bairn baith ballad Balow blaw winds blawn my plaid blude bonny boy bower bride castle Cromdale daughter dear doun e'er Earl Edinburgh Ettrick Forrest fair Annie Fair Janet fair ladie father fause Fause Foodrage frae Fyvie gane gang Gilderoy Gin ye Glenkindie Glenlogie Gordon gowd Græme green gude hadna hae ye hair hame hand haud your tongue heart heir of Linne King knee knight lads lady ladye Laird Lammikin land Lord mair Montrose mony mother Motherwell nane ne'er never o'er Outlaw Outlaw Murray ower owre plaid awa rade recitation ride sall says Scotland Scottish Sir Walter Scott spak spake stanzas steed suld sweet Willie Syne ta'en There's thou true-love unto wadna weel wind has blawn ye hae ye maun ye'll young Benjie
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Page 255 - RISE up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas," she says, " And put on your armour so bright ; Let it never be said, that a daughter of thine, Was married to a lord under night. " Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons, And put on your armour so bright ; And take better care of your youngest sister, For your eldest's awa
Page 351 - They hadna sailed a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap, It was sic a deadly storm, And the waves came o'er the broken ship, Till a
Page 87 - I watch'd his body night and day ; No living creature came that way. I took his body on my back, And whiles I gaed, and whiles I sat ; I digg'da grave, and laid him in, And happ'd him with the sod sae green. But think na ye my heart was sair, When I laid the moul...
Page 211 - Gude Lord Graeme has a reckoning call'd, A reckoning then called he ; And he paid a crown, and it went roun' ; It was all for the gude wine and free. And he has to the stable gane, Where there stude thirty steeds and three : He's ta'en his ain horse amang them a', And hame he rade sae manfullie.
Page 124 - What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?" "I gat eels boiled in broo; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.
Page 43 - As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane ; The tane unto the t'other say, " Where sall we gang and dine to-day...
Page 42 - Rivin' her hair. Saddled and bridled And booted rade he; Toom hame cam the saddle But never cam he! "My meadow lies green, And my corn is unshorn, My barn is to bigg, And my babie's unborn.
Page 125 - For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down." " OI fear ye are poisond, Lord Randal, my son! OI fear ye are poisond, my handsome young man!
Page 261 - ADIEU, madame, my mother dear, But and my sisters three ! Adieu, fair Robert of Orchardstane ! My heart is wae for thee. Adieu the lily and the rose, The primrose, fair to see ! Adieu, my ladye, and only joy ! For I may not stay with thee.
Page 341 - Which was the unthrifty heire of Linne. His father was a right good lord, His mother a lady of high degree ; But they, alas ! were dead, him froe, And he lov'd keeping companie. To spend the daye with merry...