Sir Walter Scott's Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, Volum 1

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W. Blackwood and sons, 1902 - 2 sider
 

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Side 148 - 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, stretched 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.
Side 110 - I OFT have heard of Lydford law, How in the morn they hang and draw, And sit in judgment after : At first I wondered at it much; But since I find the reason such, As it deserves no laughter.
Side 227 - Our gude ship sails the morn." " Now ever alake, my master dear, I fear a deadly storm ! " I saw the new moon, late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm ; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm.
Side 286 - Jardines wald nor with him ride, And they rue it to this day. And he has burn'd the dales of Tyne, And part of Bambrough shire: And three good towers on Reidswire fells, He left them all on fire.
Side 294 - But I would yield to earl Douglas, Or sir Hugh the Montgomery, if he were here." As soon as he knew it was Montgomery, He struck his sword's point in the gronde ; The Montgomery was a courteous knight, And quickly took him by the honde.
Side 357 - John wore a girdle about his middle Imbroider'd ower wi' burning gold, Bespangled wi' the same metal, Maist beautiful was to behold. There hang nine targats1 at Johnie's hat, And ilk ane worth three hundred pound — " What wants that knave that a King suld have But the sword of honour and the crown ? " O where got thou these targats, Johnie, That blink sae brawly abune thy brie?
Side 290 - Ye lie, ye lie, ye liar loud ! Sae loud I hear ye lie : For Percy had not men yestreen, To dight my men and me. ' But I hae dream'da dreary dream, Beyond the Isle of Sky ; I saw a dead man win a fight, And I think that man was I.
Side 301 - And he that had a bonnie boy, Sent out his horse to grass, And he that had not a bonnie boy, His ain servant he was. But up then spake a little page, Before the peep of dawn: 'O waken ye, waken ye, my good lord, For Percy's hard at hand.
Side 229 - O lang, lang, may the ladyes sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand ! And lang, lang, may the maidens sit, Wi' their goud kaims in their hair, A' waiting for their ain dear loves ! For them they 'll see na mair.
Side 227 - O where will I get a gude sailor, To take my helm in hand, Till I get up to the tall topmast, To see if I can spy land?' 'O here am I, a sailor gude, To take the helm in hand, Till you go up to the tall topmast, But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.

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