A Book of Favourite Modern Ballads

Forside
J. C.
W. Kent & Company, 1860 - 167 sider

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Side 164 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh '"Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Side 15 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon 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.
Side 16 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, ''Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Side 82 - He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Side 37 - The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Side 165 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene.
Side 144 - THREE fishers went sailing away to the West, Away to the West as the sun went down; Each thought on the woman who loved him the best, And the children stood watching them out of the town; For men must work, and women must weep, And there's, little to earn, and many to keep, Though the harbor bar be moaning.
Side 114 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Side 117 - They cannot see the sun on high: The wind hath blown a gale all day; At evening it hath died away. On the deck the Rover takes his stand; So dark it is, they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, "It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
Side 45 - But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. ' And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die ; 'Twas so for me that Edwin did. And so for him will I.

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