The Mountain Bard and Forest Minstrel: Consisting of Legendary Ballads and SongsJohn Locken, 1851 - 288 Seiten |
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... soon as he gather'd his breath , He tauld what a terrible sight he had seen : The devil a ' woundit , an ' bleedin ' to death , In shape o ' a pedler upo ' the mill - green . The lady she shriekit , the door it was steekit THE PEDLER . 19.
... soon as he gather'd his breath , He tauld what a terrible sight he had seen : The devil a ' woundit , an ' bleedin ' to death , In shape o ' a pedler upo ' the mill - green . The lady she shriekit , the door it was steekit THE PEDLER . 19.
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... Soon weapons were clashing , and fire was flashing , And red ran the blood down the Ashiesteel bourn ; The parties were shouting , the kye they were routing , Confusion did gallop , and fury did burn . But though weapons were clashing ...
... Soon weapons were clashing , and fire was flashing , And red ran the blood down the Ashiesteel bourn ; The parties were shouting , the kye they were routing , Confusion did gallop , and fury did burn . But though weapons were clashing ...
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... soon get another , But never again wad get sic an estate . " Some say that a stock was begun that night , But I canna tell whether ' tis true or a lie , That muckle Jock Ballantyne , time of the fight , Made off wi ' a dozen of Elibank ...
... soon get another , But never again wad get sic an estate . " Some say that a stock was begun that night , But I canna tell whether ' tis true or a lie , That muckle Jock Ballantyne , time of the fight , Made off wi ' a dozen of Elibank ...
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... soon must be laid in ; His proud heart was humbled - he fell on his knee ! " O sir , but ye're hurried ! I humbly implore ye To grant me three days to examine my mind ; To think on my sins , and the prospect before me , And balance your ...
... soon must be laid in ; His proud heart was humbled - he fell on his knee ! " O sir , but ye're hurried ! I humbly implore ye To grant me three days to examine my mind ; To think on my sins , and the prospect before me , And balance your ...
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... soon as he did set me free ! ] " The wild bird sang , and woodlands rang , An ' sweet the sun shone on the vale ; Then thinkna ye my heart was wae To part wi ' gentle Liddisdale . " But I will greet for Liddisdale , Until my twa black ...
... soon as he did set me free ! ] " The wild bird sang , and woodlands rang , An ' sweet the sun shone on the vale ; Then thinkna ye my heart was wae To part wi ' gentle Liddisdale . " But I will greet for Liddisdale , Until my twa black ...
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aboon alang amang Annandale Athol auld baith blood bonny Dundee bonny lassie bosom braes Branxholm brave breast canna cheek cherry lips cou'd dear Deloraine Doctor Monro Donald Macdonald dow flew e'en Elibank Ettrick Ettrick Forest fain fair Fauldshop fell fled flower frae gane gang Gilmanscleuch glen goud green gude ha'e happy as Peggy Harden hast heard heart heaven Highland laddie hill ilka Jamie Jeany John Borthick Juden kirk kye comes hame lady lass of Craigyburn Liddisdale lo'ed lord maun Mess John mony morning mountain muckle nae mair nane ne'er never night NOTE o'er ocean rows pedler Peggy's Sandy Scotland sing Sundhop sweet sword tear tell thee Thirlestane thou twa brothers Twas unco weel wha's sae happy wild Willie wrang Yarrow ye'll ye're yonder young
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Seite 155 - Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. O'er fell and fountain sheen, O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Seite 267 - Then awed to silence, they trode the strand Where furnaced pillars in order stand, All framed of the liquid burning levin, And bent like the bow that spans the heaven, Or upright ranged in horrid array, With purfle of green o'er the darksome grey. Their path was on wondrous pavement of old, Its blocks all cast in some giant mould, Fair hewn and grooved by no mortal hand, With countermure guarded by sea and by land.
Seite 219 - An' oh, what will the lads do When Maggy gangs away? The young laird o' the Lang-Shaw Has drunk her health in wine; The priest has said — in confidence — The lassie was divine, And that is mair in maiden's praise Than ony priest should say: But oh, what will the lads do When Maggy gangs away?
Seite 266 - Blest be his generous heart for aye! He told me where the relic lay; Pointed my way with ready will, Afar on Ettrick's wildest hill; Watched my first notes with curious eye. And wondered at my minstrelsy: He little weened a parent's tongue Such strains had o'er my cradle sung.
Seite 261 - Wide waving in the southland gale, Which through the broom-wood blossoms flew To fan her cheeks of rosy hue ! Whene'er it heaved her bosom's screen, What beauties in her form were seen ! And when her courser's mane it swung, A thousand silver bells were rung. A sight so fair, on Scottish plain, A Scot shall never see again.
Seite 219 - O, what will the lads do When Maggy gangs away ? The wailing in our green glen That day will quaver high, 'Twill draw the redbreast frae the wood, The laverock frae the sky ; The fairies frae their beds o...
Seite 239 - Wi' her brogues an' brochin an' a' ? What though we befriendit young Charlie ?— To tell it I dinna think shame ; Poor lad ! he came to us but barely, An' reckon'd our mountains his, hame. Twas true that our reason forbade us ; But tenderness carried the day ; Had Geordie come friendless amang us, Wi' him we had a' gane away. Sword an
Seite 185 - HAME" COME, all ye jolly shepherds That whistle through the glen, I'll tell ye of a secret That courtiers dinna ken: What is the greatest bliss That the tongue o
Seite 186 - And love is a' the theme, And he'll woo his bonnie lassie When the kye comes hame.
Seite 141 - The tempest was over; Fair was the maiden, And fond was the lover ; But the snow was so deep, That his heart it grew weary, And he sunk down to sleep, In the moorland so dreary. Soft was the bed She had made for her lover, White were the sheets And...