British Minstrel, Volum 21822 |
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Side 4
... young and auld , Waefou I trow to kyth and kin , As story ever tauld . The king of Norse , in summer tide , Puft up with pouir and micht , Landed in fair Scotland the yle , Wi mony a hardie knight . The tidings to our gude Scots king ...
... young and auld , Waefou I trow to kyth and kin , As story ever tauld . The king of Norse , in summer tide , Puft up with pouir and micht , Landed in fair Scotland the yle , Wi mony a hardie knight . The tidings to our gude Scots king ...
Side 6
... deidly hate ; " Hirsell wald watch ye all the day , " Hir maids at deid of night ; " And Fairly fair your heart would cheir , " As she stands in your sicht . " Arise young knicht , and mount your steid , 6 BRITISH MINSTREL .
... deidly hate ; " Hirsell wald watch ye all the day , " Hir maids at deid of night ; " And Fairly fair your heart would cheir , " As she stands in your sicht . " Arise young knicht , and mount your steid , 6 BRITISH MINSTREL .
Side 7
John Struthers. " Arise young knicht , and mount your steid , " Bricht lows the shynand day ; " Chuse frae my menzie wham ye pleise , " To leid ye on the way . " Wi smyless luik , and visage wan The wounded knicht replyd , ' Kind ...
John Struthers. " Arise young knicht , and mount your steid , " Bricht lows the shynand day ; " Chuse frae my menzie wham ye pleise , " To leid ye on the way . " Wi smyless luik , and visage wan The wounded knicht replyd , ' Kind ...
Side 31
John Struthers. Pardon , my lord and father deare , This fair young knight and mee , Trust me , but for the carlish knight , I never had fled from thee . Oft have you calld your Emmeline , Your darling and your joye ; O let not then your ...
John Struthers. Pardon , my lord and father deare , This fair young knight and mee , Trust me , but for the carlish knight , I never had fled from thee . Oft have you calld your Emmeline , Your darling and your joye ; O let not then your ...
Side 60
... young folk were full bald . The bagpype blew , and thai out threw Out of the townis untald . Lord sic ane schout was thame amang , Quhen thai were our the wald Off Peblis to the Play . Thair west , Ane young man stert in to that steid ...
... young folk were full bald . The bagpype blew , and thai out threw Out of the townis untald . Lord sic ane schout was thame amang , Quhen thai were our the wald Off Peblis to the Play . Thair west , Ane young man stert in to that steid ...
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
amang auld baith Ballad banyshed bauld bluid braive bullen a-la Child Maurice Christ's Kirk cry'd day At Christ's deid deir dethe Dickie doun Draffan fair Annet fair Annie feir ferce frae gane geir Gilderoy grit gude haif hame Hardyknute heart heid heir of Linne Hobie Hobie Noble horse ilka John John Gilpin Johnie Armstrong king lady laird's Jock Liddisdale Lilli burlero lord luve lyfe lyke mair Makyne maun meikle meit micht mirry mony mynde nane ne'er neir nevir night nocht o'er Peblis Quha Quhair quhan Quhat Quhen Quhilk Quhyle quod quoth richt Robene sall sayd sche scho Scotland shyne speir steid stryfe suld sune Syne tane thair thay thee thocht thou trow wald Watty weel Whan wyfe wyfis wyll zour
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Side 37 - But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh! 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 99 - And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before. Away went Gilpin, and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig: He lost them sooner than at first, For why? — they were too big. Now...
Side 96 - Till, loop and button failing both, at last it flew away. Then might all people well discern the bottles he had slung; A bottle swinging at each side, as hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, " Well done! " as loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin, who but he! his fame soon spread around; "He carries weight! He rides a race! "Tis for a thousand pound!
Side 97 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Side 36 - I'm the chief of Ulva's Isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. "And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. "His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then...
Side 96 - Were shatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he...
Side 98 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. " But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face ; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case." Said John — "It is my wedding day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.
Side 93 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Side 95 - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt when he set out, Of running such a rig.
Side 95 - His long red cloak well brush'd and neat He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So fair and softly...