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Strana 58 - The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush. Here we go 'round the mulberry bush So early in the morning.
Strana 176 - Lully, lulley Lully, lulley, lully, lulley, The faucon hath borne my make away. He bare him up, he bare him down, He bare him into an orchard brown. In that orchard there was an hall, That was hanged with purple and pall.
Strana 112 - And what wul ye leive to your ain mither deir, Edward, Edward ? And what wul ye leive to your ain mither deir ? My deir son, now tell me O." " The curse of hell f rae me sail ye beir, Mither, mither, The curse of hell frae me sail ye beir, Sic counseils ye gave to me O.
Strana 112 - Your steid was auld, and ye hae gat mair, Edward, Edward, Your steid was auld, and ye hae gat mair, Sum other dule- ye drie O.
Strana 90 - John Nichols, Illustrations of the Literary History of the Eighteenth Century, vol.
Strana 112 - Why dois your brand sae drap wi bluid, Edward, Edward? Why dois your brand sae drap wi bluid, And why sae sad gang yee O?' 'OI hae killed my hauke sae guid, Mither, mither, OI hae killed my hauke sae guid, And I had nae mair bot hee O.' 'Your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, Edward, Edward, Your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, My deir son, I tell thee O.
Strana 235 - Ballads sprang from the very heart of the people, and flit from age to age, from lip to lip of shepherds, peasants, nurses, of all the class that continues nearest to the state of natural men.
Strana 216 - there is something very curious in the reproduction here on this new continent of essentially the conditions of balladgrowth which obtained in mediaeval England.