A Collection of Old Ballads: Corrected from the Best and Most Ancient Copies Extant ; with Introductions Historical, Critical, Or Humorous ; Illustrated with Copper PlatesJ. Roberts; and sold, 1725 |
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Againſt Anne of Cleve Becauſe brave Broom of Cowdenknows cou'd Court Crown cry'd Daughter dear Death defire Derry doth Duke dy'd e'er Earl Earl Richmond Edmund Duke Edward Effex Elizabeth England English faid fair fal lal fame Father fave fecond feen fent fhall fhould fince firſt flain fome foon frae France Friend ftand ftill fuch fweet Grief hath Heart Henry VIII himſelf Honour Houſe King Henry Knight Lady laft laſt likewife Lord Lord Guilford Dudley Love Mafter Maid Marriage married moft moſt muſt ne'er never noble Number o'er old Cap paſs pleaſe Pleaſure Praiſe Prifon Prince Princefs Queen Mary Reign reſt Royal Sack ſaid ſay ſee ſeen ſhall ſhe Sifter ſmall Song Sorrow Spain ſpeak ſtand ſtill ſweet thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand Tune twas unto Welladay whofe Whoſe Wife Wine wou'd young
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Page 219 - How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break?
Page 218 - So shall the fairest face appear, When youth and years are flown: Such is the robe that kings must wear, When death has reft their crown.
Page 219 - That face, alas! no more is fair; Those lips no longer red: Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death, And every charm is fled. The hungry worm my sister is; This winding-sheet I wear: And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear.
Page 260 - Fu' snug in a glen, where nane cou'd see, The twa, with kindly sport and glee, Cut frae a new cheese a whang : The priving was good, it pleas'd them baith, To lo'e her for ay, he gae her his aith. Quo' she, to leave thee I will be laith, My winsome Gaberlunzie-man. O kend my minny I were wi' you, Hl-fardly wad she crook her mou', Sic a poor man she'd never trow, After the Gaberlunzie-man.
Page 241 - THE LASS OF PATIE'S MILL.(i) THE lass of Patie's mill, So bonny, blyth, and gay, In spite of all my skill, She stole my heart away. When tedding of the hay, Bare-headed on the green, Love 'midst her locks did play, And wanton'd in her een. Her arms white, round, and smooth, Breasts rising in their dawn, To age it would give youth To press 'em with his hand : Thro' all my spirits ran An extasy of bliss, When I such sweetness fand Wrapt in a balmy kiss.
Page 60 - With hair hang'd down, she sadly hies, And of her gracious lord requires A boon, which hardly he denies. " The lives," (quoth she), " of all the blooms Yet budding green, these youths I crave ; O, let them not have timeless tombs, For nature longer limits gave!
Page 190 - When this old cap was new. Good hospitality Was cherish'd then of many ; Now poor men starve and die, And are not help'd by any ; For charity waxeth cold, And love is found in few ; This was not in time of old, When this old cap was new.
Page 218 - Bethink thee, William, of thy fault, Thy pledge, and broken oath: And give me back my maiden vow, And give me back my troth.
Page 260 - Syne to the servant's bed she gaes, To speer for the silly poor man. She gaed to the bed where the beggar lay, The strae was cauld, he was away, She clapt her hands, cry'd, "VValaday ! For some of our gear will be gane.
Page 96 - And after many a weary step, All wet-shod both in dirt and mire; After much grief, their hearts yet leap; For labour doth some rest require: A town before them they did see, But lodged there they could not be.