Old English ballads, a collection1864 |
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... heare the small birdes ' songe . The woodweele sang , and wold not cease , Sitting upon the spraye , Soe lowde , he wakened Robin Hood , In the greenwood where he lay . " Now , by my faye , " sayd jollye Robin , " A sweaven § I had this ...
... heare the small birdes ' songe . The woodweele sang , and wold not cease , Sitting upon the spraye , Soe lowde , he wakened Robin Hood , In the greenwood where he lay . " Now , by my faye , " sayd jollye Robin , " A sweaven § I had this ...
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... heare him speake ; And itt were not for bursting of my bowe , John , I thy head wold breake . " As often wordes they breeden bale , So they parted Robin and John ; And John is gone to Barnesdale ; The gates he knoweth eche one ...
... heare him speake ; And itt were not for bursting of my bowe , John , I thy head wold breake . " As often wordes they breeden bale , So they parted Robin and John ; And John is gone to Barnesdale ; The gates he knoweth eche one ...
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... heare nowe tydings good , For yonder I heare sir Guyes horne blowe , And he hath slaine Robin Hoode . " Yonder I heare sir Guyes horne blowe , Itt blowes soe well in tyde , And yonder comes that wight yeoman , Cladd in his capull hyde ...
... heare nowe tydings good , For yonder I heare sir Guyes horne blowe , And he hath slaine Robin Hoode . " Yonder I heare sir Guyes horne blowe , Itt blowes soe well in tyde , And yonder comes that wight yeoman , Cladd in his capull hyde ...
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... heare this song , For trueth I dare well say , That many a wretch as ill as hee Doth live now at this day ; That seeketh nothing but the spoyle Of many a wealthy man , And for to trap the innocent Deviseth what they can . From whome the ...
... heare this song , For trueth I dare well say , That many a wretch as ill as hee Doth live now at this day ; That seeketh nothing but the spoyle Of many a wealthy man , And for to trap the innocent Deviseth what they can . From whome the ...
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... Fight on , my men , " Sir Andrew sayes , " And never flinche before the foe ; And stand fast by St. Andrewes crosse , Untill you heare my whistle blowe . " They never heard his whistle blow , Which made their. Sir Andrew Barton . 117.
... Fight on , my men , " Sir Andrew sayes , " And never flinche before the foe ; And stand fast by St. Andrewes crosse , Untill you heare my whistle blowe . " They never heard his whistle blow , Which made their. Sir Andrew Barton . 117.
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Страница 248 - THE dews of summer night did fall ; The moon, sweet regent of the sky, Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall, And many an oak that grew thereby.
Страница 237 - By whose tough labours, and rough hands, We rip up first, then reap our lands. Crown'd with the ears of corn, now come, And, to the pipe, sing harvest home.
Страница 90 - My maids, gae to my dressing-room. And dress to me my smock ; The one half is o the holland fine, The other o needle-work.
Страница 265 - Which may be ours another day ; And therefore let's be merry. The client now his suit forbears, The prisoner's heart is eased. The debtor drinks away his cares, And for the time is pleased. Though others...
Страница 252 - The oaks were shatter'd on the green ; Woe was the hour — for never more That hapless Countess e'er was seen ! And in that Manor now no more Is cheerful feast and sprightly ball ; For ever since that dreary hour Have spirits haunted Cumnor Hall. The village maids, with fearful glance Avoid the ancient moss-grown wall ; Nor ever lead the merry dance Among the groves of Cumnor Hall. Full many a traveller oft hath sigh'd, And pensive wept the Countess' fall, As wandering onwards they've espied The...
Страница 247 - I in these flowery meads would be : These crystal streams should solace me ; To whose harmonious bubbling noise I with my angle would rejoice...
Страница 87 - LORD THOMAS and Fair Annet Sate a' day on a hill ; Whan night was cum, and sun was sett, They had not talkt their fill. 2 Lord Thomas said a word in jest, Fair Annet took it ill : ' A, I will nevir wed a wife Against my ain friends
Страница 44 - What is thy name?" then said Robin Hood, "Come tell me, without any fail." "By the faith of my body," then said the young man, "My name it is Allin a Dale.
Страница 224 - Twixt one another secretly : I mark their gloze, And it disclose To them whom they have wronged so : When I have done, I get me gone, And leave them scolding, ho, ho, ho ! When men do traps and engines...