Minstrelsy of the Scottish border: ballads, collected by sir W. Scott. Repr. of the orig. ed

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Страница 314 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Страница 42 - When, in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ;Then lies him down the lubber fiend. And, stretch'd out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Страница 315 - His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Страница 315 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Страница 503 - And see not ye that bonny road, That winds about the fernie brae ? That is the road to fair Elfland, Where thou and I this night maun gae. " But, Thomas, ye mavin hold your tongue, Whatever ye may hear or see ; For, if you speak word in Elflyn land, Ye'll ne'er get back to your ain countrie.
Страница 296 - And tauld the king o' me, To send us out, at this time of the year, To sail upon the sea ? " Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet, Our ship must sail the faem ; The king's daughter of Noroway, Tis we must fetch her hame.
Страница 284 - And also thro' the Carlisle sands ; They brought him to Carlisle castell, To be at my Lord Scroope's commands. " My hands are tied, but my tongue is free, And whae will dare this deed avow? Or answer by the Border law ? Or answer to the bauld Buccleuch ?" " Now haud thy tongue, thou rank reiver ! There's never a Scot shall set thee free : Before ye cross my castell yate, I trow ye shall take farewell o
Страница 297 - They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn, Wi' a' the speed they may ; They hae landed in Noroway, Upon a Wodensday. They hadna been a week, a week In Noroway but twae, When that the lords o' Noroway Began aloud to say : " Ye Scottishmen spend a
Страница 391 - Blow up the fire, my maidens! Bring water from the well! For a' my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well.
Страница 301 - Get up, get up, lady mother," he says, " Get up, and let me in! Get up, get up, lady mother," he says, " For this night my fair lady I've win.

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