 | 1854 - 456 sivua
...slain her lover ? " Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, " I '11 go, my chief, — I 'm ready, — " And, by my word, the bonny bird . In danger shall...not tarry ; So, though the waves are raging white, I '11 row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The watrr-wraith was shrieking ; And... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 508 sivua
...is not for your silver bright ; But for your winsome lady : * Ireland my darling, Ireland forever. "And by my word ! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry : So, though the waves are raging white, I '11 row you o'er the ferry." — By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 sivua
...slain her lover ? " Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, " I '11 go, my chief, — I 'm ready, • — " And, by my word, the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry ; So, though the waves are raging white, I '11 row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And... | |
 | 1855 - 458 sivua
...slain her lover ? " Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, " I '11 go, my chief, — I 'm ready, — " And, by my word, the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry ; So, though the waves are raging white, I '11 row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And... | |
 | Charlotte Phillips - 1855 - 188 sivua
...not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady ! So, though the waves are raging white, 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.... | |
 | William Sherwood - 1856 - 466 sivua
...have slain her lover ? " Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, " I'll g6, my chief, I'm ready : — It is not for your silver ' bright ; But for your winsome...not tarry ; So, though the waves are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry." — By this, the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1857 - 428 sivua
...her lover?" — : Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, " I'll go, my chief — I'm ready : — " It is not for your silver bright, " But for your winsome...not tarry ; " So, though the waves are raging white, " I'll row you o'er the ferry." — By this the storm grew loud apace, The water- wraith was shrieking... | |
 | William Sherwood - 1857 - 396 sivua
...have slain her lover ? " Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, " I'll g&, my chief, I'm ready : — It is not for your silver ' bright ; But for your winsome...shall not tarry ; So, though the waves are raging whit' I'll row you o'er the ferry." — By this, the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1857 - 488 sivua
...have slain her lover ? " Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, " I '11 go, my chief — I 'm ready : It is not for your silver bright, but for your winsome...my word, the bonny bird in danger shall not tarry : 80, though the waves are raging white, I '11 row you o'er the ferry." "0, haste thee, haste!" the... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1857 - 490 sivua
...po. rny chief — I "m ready : It is not for your silver bright, hut for your winsome lady : Anil, by my word, the bonny bird in danger shall not tarry : So, though the waves are raging white, I '11 row you o'er the ferry." " 0, baste thee, haste ! " the lady cries, " though tempests round ua... | |
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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... 
