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... Ye said , that three young lads o ' France , Your standard stole away , Wi ... ye shall be ! " Piercy sall wi ' the eldest fight , And Ethert Lunn wi ' thee ... ll gie a rig of land . ” He clanked Piercy ower the head , A deep wound and ...
... Ye said , that three young lads o ' France , Your standard stole away , Wi ... ye shall be ! " Piercy sall wi ' the eldest fight , And Ethert Lunn wi ' thee ... ll gie a rig of land . ” He clanked Piercy ower the head , A deep wound and ...
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... ye shall be nane ; ( Blaw , blaw , blaw winds , blaw , ) Till ye mak me a sark without a seam ; ( And the wind has ... ll plough it wi ' your blawing horn , 16 THE ELFIN KNIGHT .
... ye shall be nane ; ( Blaw , blaw , blaw winds , blaw , ) Till ye mak me a sark without a seam ; ( And the wind has ... ll plough it wi ' your blawing horn , 16 THE ELFIN KNIGHT .
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William Edmondstoune Aytoun. " Ye'll plough it wi ' your blawing horn , ( Blaw , blaw , blaw winds , blaw , ) And ye will sow it wi ' pepper corn , ( And the wind has blawn my plaid awa ' . ) " And ye maun harrow't wi ' a single tyne ...
William Edmondstoune Aytoun. " Ye'll plough it wi ' your blawing horn , ( Blaw , blaw , blaw winds , blaw , ) And ye will sow it wi ' pepper corn , ( And the wind has blawn my plaid awa ' . ) " And ye maun harrow't wi ' a single tyne ...
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William Edmondstoune Aytoun. And whatten penance will ye drie for that ? My dear son , now tell me , O. " Mither , mither : " I'll set my feet in yonder boat , I'll set my feet in yonder boat , And I'll fare over the sea , O. " " And what ...
William Edmondstoune Aytoun. And whatten penance will ye drie for that ? My dear son , now tell me , O. " Mither , mither : " I'll set my feet in yonder boat , I'll set my feet in yonder boat , And I'll fare over the sea , O. " " And what ...
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... ye'll no lady wed , Unless it be along with me . " He's gi'en her the truth o ' his right hand , He has sworn to her upon his knee ; The keeper syne brak aff his chains , And set Lord Beichan at libertie . And she has gi'en him the gude ...
... ye'll no lady wed , Unless it be along with me . " He's gi'en her the truth o ' his right hand , He has sworn to her upon his knee ; The keeper syne brak aff his chains , And set Lord Beichan at libertie . And she has gi'en him the gude ...
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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...