 | Recitations - 1896 - 326 pages
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 | Anne Powling, John O'Connor, Geoff Barton - Juvenile Nonfiction - 1996 - 166 pages
...wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. 'And by my word! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry; So though the waves are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry.' 8 For sore dismayed, through storm and shade, His child he did discover:... | |
 | John Jackman, Wendy Wren - English language - 2000 - 124 pages
...thev have slain her Io\er?' Out spake the hardy Highland wight. 'I'll go. my chief. I'm ready: It is not for your silver bright. But for your winsome lady...shall not tarry: So though the waves are raging white I'll row you o'er the fern.' By this the storm grew loud apace. The water-wraith was shrieking: And... | |
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I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of Heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode... 
