English and Scottish popular ballads

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Francis James Child, Helen Child Sargent, George Lyman Kittredge
Houghton, Mifflin and company, 1904 - 729 sivua
 

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Review: The English And Scottish Popular Ballads

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I love the old mountain ballads, so this collection is must-have for my library. Lue koko arvostelu

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Sivu 104 - The first line that Sir Patrick red, A loud lauch lauched he; The next line that Sir Patrick red, The teir blinded his ee. "O wha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o' the yeir, To sail upon the se!
Sivu 369 - Throw down the ba, ye Jew's daughter, Throw down the ba to me!' 'Never a bit,' says the Jew's daughter, "Till up to me come ye.
Sivu 45 - Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare. " Mony a one for him makes mane, But nane sall ken where he is gane : O'er his white banes, when they are bare, The wind sall blaw for evermair.
Sivu 82 - And then your grace need not make any doubt, But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about.
Sivu 289 - Lay me a green sod under my head, And another at my feet ; And lay my bent bow by my side, Which was my music sweet ; And make my grave of gravel and green, Which is most right and meet. Let me have length and breadth enough. With a green sod under my head ; That they may say, when I am dead, Here lies bold Robin Hood.
Sivu 65 - Lay down your head upon my knee," The lady sayd, "ere we climb yon hill, And I will show you fairlies three. "O see not ye yon narrow road, So thick beset wi thorns and briers? That is the path of righteousness, Tho after it but few enquires.
Sivu 45 - As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane; The tane unto the t'other say, "Where sail we gang and dine to-day?
Sivu 45 - In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new-slain Knight ; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. ' His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet.
Sivu 103 - THE king sits in Dumferling toune, Drinking the blude-reid wine: "O whar will I get guid sailor, To sail this schip of mine?" Up and spak an eldern knicht, Sat at the kings richt kne: "Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor. That sails upon the se.
Sivu 307 - And danc'd round about the oke tree ; " For three merry men, and three merry men, And three merry men we be.

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