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... sall he be . " He went before king Edward strait , And kneel'd low on his knee ; " I wad hae leave , my lord , " he said , " To speak a word wi ' thee . ” The king he turned him round about , And wistna 10 AULD MAITLAND .
... sall he be . " He went before king Edward strait , And kneel'd low on his knee ; " I wad hae leave , my lord , " he said , " To speak a word wi ' thee . ” The king he turned him round about , And wistna 10 AULD MAITLAND .
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... leave to speak , Tho ' thou should speak a ' day . " “ Ye said , that three young lads o ' France , Your standard stole away , Wi ' a fause tale , and fauser trayne , And mony men did slay : " But we are nane the lads o ' France , Nor e ...
... leave to speak , Tho ' thou should speak a ' day . " “ Ye said , that three young lads o ' France , Your standard stole away , Wi ' a fause tale , and fauser trayne , And mony men did slay : " But we are nane the lads o ' France , Nor e ...
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... leave to your bairns and your wife , When ye gang over the sea , O ? ” " The warld's room : let them beg through ... leave to your ain mither dear , Edward , Edward ? And what will ye leave to your ain mither dear ? My dear son , now ...
... leave to your bairns and your wife , When ye gang over the sea , O ? ” " The warld's room : let them beg through ... leave to your ain mither dear , Edward , Edward ? And what will ye leave to your ain mither dear ? My dear son , now ...
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... leave it with its roughness and its thorns . ADY Margaret stood in her bower - door , Kaiming down her yellow hair ... leaves sae green , And she's awa ' to the gay greenwood , Though it was late at e'en . And first she gaed by the hazel ...
... leave it with its roughness and its thorns . ADY Margaret stood in her bower - door , Kaiming down her yellow hair ... leaves sae green , And she's awa ' to the gay greenwood , Though it was late at e'en . And first she gaed by the hazel ...
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... Leave aff your pride , Margaret , " he says ; “ Use it not ony mair , Or , when ye come where I hae been , You will repent it sair . " Cast off , cast off , sister , " he says , " The gowd band frae your croun ; For if you gang where I ...
... Leave aff your pride , Margaret , " he says ; “ Use it not ony mair , Or , when ye come where I hae been , You will repent it sair . " Cast off , cast off , sister , " he says , " The gowd band frae your croun ; For if you gang where I ...
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amang Andrew Lammie auld bairn baith ballad billie Billy Blin blaw blude Border Minstrelsy bower Captain Ogilvie castle Cromdale daughter dear doun e'er Earl Edinburgh Ettrick Forrest fair Annet Fair Janet fair ladie father fause Fause Foodrage fell frae Frendraught Fyvie gane gang Gilderoy gin ye Glenlogie Gordon gowd Græme green gude hadna hame hand heir of Linne hill Johnston King knee knight lads lady ladye Laird Lammikin land lass Lord mair Maisry marry maun Montrose mony mother Motherwell nane ne'er never noble nut-brown bride o'er Octavo Outlaw Outlaw Murray ower owre rade recitation Richie Storie ride sall says Scotland Scottish Sir Walter Scott sister spak stanzas steed suld Syne ta'en thee There's thou true-love unto wadna weel Willie ye maun ye'll yett young young Benjie
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Page 36 - As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane ; The tane unto the t'other say, " Where sall we gang and dine to-day...
Page 35 - Rivin' her hair. Saddled and bridled And booted rade he; Toom hame cam the saddle But never cam he! "My meadow lies green, And my corn is unshorn, My barn is to bigg, And my babie's unborn.
Page 341 - They hadna sailed a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap, It was sic a deadly storm, And the waves came o'er the broken ship, Till a
Page 122 - What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randal, my son? What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?" "O they swell'd and they died; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.
Page 123 - For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down." " OI fear ye are poisond, Lord Randal, my son! OI fear ye are poisond, my handsome young man!
Page 256 - ADIEU, madame, my mother dear, But and my sisters three ! Adieu, fair Robert of Orchardstane ! My heart is wae for thee. Adieu the lily and the rose, The primrose, fair to see ! Adieu, my ladye, and only joy ! For I may not stay with thee.
Page 101 - Gae back, gae back now, Sweet Willie, And comfort your fair lady ; For where ye had but ae nourice, Your young son shall hae three.
Page 331 - Which was the unthrifty heire of Linne. His father was a right good lord, His mother a lady of high degree ; But they, alas ! were dead, him froe, And he lov'd keeping companie. To spend the daye with merry...