English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 4

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Francis James Child
Little, Brown, 1860 - Ballads, English
 

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Page 83 - Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale; Young Frank is chief of Errington And lord of Langley-dale; His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Page 133 - Love wont to gae! 1 leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree; But first it bow'd, and syne it brak, Sae my true Love did lichtly me. O waly waly, but love be bonny A little time while it is new; But when 'tis auld, it waxeth cauld And fades awa
Page 5 - What news, what news, thou bonny shepherd ? What news hast thou to tell to me ?" " Such news I hear, ladie," he says, " The like was never in this countrie. " There is a wedding in yonder hall, Has lasted these thirty days and three ; Young Beichan will not bed with his bride, For love of one that's yond the sea." She's put her hand in her pocket, Gi'en him the gold and white monie ; " Hae, take ye that, my bonny boy, For the good news thou tell'st to me.
Page 120 - 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...
Page 155 - Sone after ye be gone ; For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.
Page 202 - And by birth and parentage of high degree. As his prisoner there he kept her, In his hands her life did lie ; Cupid's bands did tie them faster By the liking of an eye.
Page 4 - Sore wonderd he that may to see; He took her for some fair captive; — "Fair Lady, I pray, of what countrie?
Page 203 - If you may our foes be termed, " Gentle foes we have you found : " With our city you have won our hearts each one, " Then to your country bear away that is your own.
Page 126 - Balow, my boy, weep not for me, Whose greatest grief's for wronging thee. Nor pity her deserved smart, Who can blame none but her fond heart; For, too soon trusting latest finds, With fairest tongues are falsest minds.
Page 189 - He begg my bread, To undergoe this pilgrimage. Thus every day I fast and pray, And ever will doe till I dye ; And gett me to some secrett place, For soe did hee, and soe will I.

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