The Scottish BalladsRobert Chambers W. Tait, 1829 - 399 страница |
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... Sweet William's Ghost , Sweet Willie and Fair Annie , The Baron of Brackley , The Battle of Bothwell Bridge , The Battle of Harlaw , 60 133 263 158 • 323 280 • 120 · 232 • · 288 175 353 3 259 244 269 147 95 20 The Battle of Otterbourne ...
... Sweet William's Ghost , Sweet Willie and Fair Annie , The Baron of Brackley , The Battle of Bothwell Bridge , The Battle of Harlaw , 60 133 263 158 • 323 280 • 120 · 232 • · 288 175 353 3 259 244 269 147 95 20 The Battle of Otterbourne ...
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... sweet Mangerton ! For I think again I'll ne'er thee see : I wad hae betrayed nae lad alive , For a ' the gowd in Christentie . And fare thee weel , sweet Liddesdale ! Baith the hie land and the law ; Keip ye weel frae the traitor Mains ...
... sweet Mangerton ! For I think again I'll ne'er thee see : I wad hae betrayed nae lad alive , For a ' the gowd in Christentie . And fare thee weel , sweet Liddesdale ! Baith the hie land and the law ; Keip ye weel frae the traitor Mains ...
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... sweet , Her heart wi ' pity it did wring . " My hounds they all go masterless , My hawks they fly frae tree to tree ; My younger brother will heir my land ; Fair England again I'll never see ! Oh were I free as I hae been , My ship once ...
... sweet , Her heart wi ' pity it did wring . " My hounds they all go masterless , My hawks they fly frae tree to tree ; My younger brother will heir my land ; Fair England again I'll never see ! Oh were I free as I hae been , My ship once ...
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... sweet William ! " she said , " For your strokes they are wondrous sair ; True lovers I may get mony a ane , But a father I can never get mair . " And she's taen out her handkerchief , That was o ' the holland sae fine , And aye she ...
... sweet William ! " she said , " For your strokes they are wondrous sair ; True lovers I may get mony a ane , But a father I can never get mair . " And she's taen out her handkerchief , That was o ' the holland sae fine , And aye she ...
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... sweet Marie . " Oh dinna weep for me , ladyes , Ye needna weep for me ! Had I not kill'd my ain dear bairn , This death I wadna dee . What need ye hech and howe , ladyes , What need ye howe for me ? Ye never saw grace at a graceless ...
... sweet Marie . " Oh dinna weep for me , ladyes , Ye needna weep for me ! Had I not kill'd my ain dear bairn , This death I wadna dee . What need ye hech and howe , ladyes , What need ye howe for me ? Ye never saw grace at a graceless ...
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Страница 65 - And when we cam to the lower prison, Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie — " O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie, Upon the morn that thou's to die ? " "OI sleep saft, and I wake aft, It's lang since sleeping was fley'd frae me ; Gie my service back to my wife and bairns, And a' gude fellows that spier for me.
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Страница 7 - He hadna gane a step, a step, A step but barely ane, When a bout flew out of our goodly ship, And the salt sea it came in. ' Gae, fetch a web o' the silken claith, Another o' the twine, And wap them into our ship's side, And let na the sea come in.
Страница 113 - And a' by the light of the moon, Until they came to yon wan water, And there they lighted down.
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