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" Wi' many good e'ens and days to me, Saying, Goodwife, for your courtesie, Will you lodge a silly poor man ? The night was cauld, the carle was wat, And down ayont the ingle he sat ; My daughter's shoulders he 'gan to clap, And cadgily ranted and sang.... "
A Collection of Old Ballads: Corrected from the Best and Most Ancient Copies ... - Страница 257
1725
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The Tea-table Miscellany..

Allan Ramsay - 1724 - 388 страници
...Good wife, for your Courtefie, Will ye lodge a filly poor Man. The Night was cauld, the Carle wa» wat, And down ayont the Ingle he fat ; My Daughter's Shoulders he 'gan to claj^ And cadgily ranted and fang ; Ш О wow, quo' he, were I as free, As firft when I faw this Country,...

A Collection of Old Ballads ...

Ambrose Philips - 1725 - 324 страници
...Lee I Wi'many Good-e'ens and Days to me Saying, Goodwife, for your Courtefie, Will ye lodge a filly poor Man. The Night was cauld, the Carle was wat,...ranted and fang ; O wow, quo' he, were I as free, As firfl. when I faw this Country, How blyth and merry wad I be i And I wad never think lang. He grew...

The Tea-table Miscellany: Or, a Collection of Scots Sangs. In Three Volumes ...

Allan Ramsay - 1733 - 398 страници
...lee, Wi' many good e'ens and days to me, Saying, good wife, for your courtefie, Will ye lodge a filly poor man ? The night was cauld, the carle was wat,...' And down ayont the ingle he fat ; My daughter's flioulders he 'gan to clap, And cadgily ranted and fang. O wow I quo' he, were I as free, As firft...

Reliques of Ancient English Poetry:: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs ...

1765 - 404 страници
...man. The night was cauld, the carle was wat, r And down azont the ingle he fat; My dochters moulders he gan to clap, And cadgily ranted and fang. O wow...! quo he, were I as free, As firft when I faw this countrie, 10 How Myth and merry wad I bee ! And I wad nevir think lang. He grew canty, and fhe grew...

Reliques of Ancient English Poetry:: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs ...

Thomas Percy - 1767 - 420 страници
...•*• Wi' mony good-eens and days to mee, Saying, Goodwife, for zour courtefie, Will ze lodge a filly poor man ? The night was cauld, the carle was wat, ; And down azont the ingle he fat ; My dochters fhoulders he gan to clap, And cadgily ranted and fang. '.' ' O...

Select Scottish Ballads ...

John Pinkerton - 1783 - 482 страници
...Wi mony good eens and days to mee, Saying, Gudcwife,. for your courtefie, ., Will ye ludge a filly poor man ? . The night, was cauld, the carle was wat, „ And" down ayont the ingle he fat; My dochter's fliouthers he 'gan to clap, And cadgily ranted and fang. i ir. O wow ! qpo he, war I as free.*....

The blackbird, containing one hundred and thirty songs, Scots and English ...

Blackbird - 1783 - 172 страници
...-* Wi' mony good-e'ens and days to me } Saying, Good-wife, for your courtefie, Will ye lodge a filly poor man ? The night was cauld, the carle was wat, And down ayont the ingle he fat ; My doughter's flioulders he 'gan to clap, And cadgily ranted and fang, О wow ! quo' he, were I as free...

The Monthly Review, Or, Literary Journal, Том 75

1786 - 610 страници
...Wi' mony gude e*ens and days to mee, . Saying, gudewife, for zour courtefie Will zee ludge a filly poor man. The night was cauld, the carle was wat, And down azont the ingle J he fat, My dochter's fliouthers he 'gan to clap, And cadgily <& ranted and fang.'...

THE MONTHLY REVIEW OF LITERARY JOURNAL

SEVERAL HANDS - 1786 - 602 страници
...Wi' типу gade e'ens and days to mee, Saying, gndewife, for zour courtefie Will zee ludge a (illy poor man. The night was cauld, the carle was wat, And down azont the ingle t he fat, My dochter's (houthers he 'gan to clap, And cadgily ^ ranted and fang.* *...

Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Том 2

Robert Hartley Cromek - 1810 - 286 страници
...lee, Wi' many good e'ens and days to me, Saying, Goodwife, for your courtesie, Will ye lodge a silly poor man ! The night was cauld, the carle was wat, And down ayont the ingle he sat; My daughter's shoulders he 'gan to clap, And cadgily ranted and sang. O wow ! quo' he, were I...




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