Old Ballads, Historical and Narrative,: With Some of Modern Date; Collected with Some Rare Copies and Mss, Volume 1R.H. Evans, Pall-Mall, By W. Bulmer and Company Cleveland-Row., 1810 - Ballads, English |
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... poor To whom I ha Which grie To her sad h Since she For love is No ton ie F can , ly ean ? olly , Ow , ill give me milk now . pain , stir ?、 o her . ed - Colly my Cow . nt her D , OLD BALLADS , he then appear'd 266 OLD BALLADS .
... poor To whom I ha Which grie To her sad h Since she For love is No ton ie F can , ly ean ? olly , Ow , ill give me milk now . pain , stir ?、 o her . ed - Colly my Cow . nt her D , OLD BALLADS , he then appear'd 266 OLD BALLADS .
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... Colly , y my cow , Colly will give me No more milk now . Then in comes the huntsman So early in the morn , He bid me a penny For my cow's horn . Sing oh poor Colly , & c . LXIX . The Countryman's Lamentation for the Death of his OLD ...
... Colly , y my cow , Colly will give me No more milk now . Then in comes the huntsman So early in the morn , He bid me a penny For my cow's horn . Sing oh poor Colly , & c . LXIX . The Countryman's Lamentation for the Death of his OLD ...
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... Colly my Cow . LITTLE Tom Dogget What dost thou mean , To kill thy poor Colly Now she's so lean ? Sing oh poor Colly , Colly my cow , For Colly will give me No more milk now . I had better have kept her " Till fatter she 268 OLD BALLADS ...
... Colly my Cow . LITTLE Tom Dogget What dost thou mean , To kill thy poor Colly Now she's so lean ? Sing oh poor Colly , Colly my cow , For Colly will give me No more milk now . I had better have kept her " Till fatter she 268 OLD BALLADS ...
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... Colly , & c . First in comes the tanner With his sword by his side , And he bids me five shillings For my poor cow's hide . Sing oh poor Colly , & c . Then in comes the tallow - chandler , Whose brains were but shallow , And he bids me ...
... Colly , & c . First in comes the tanner With his sword by his side , And he bids me five shillings For my poor cow's hide . Sing oh poor Colly , & c . Then in comes the tallow - chandler , Whose brains were but shallow , And he bids me ...
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... Colly , & c . This cow had a skin Was as soft as the silk , And three times a day My poor cow would give milk . Sing oh poor Colly , & c . She every year A fine calf did me bring , Which fetcht me a pound , For it came in the spring ...
... Colly , & c . This cow had a skin Was as soft as the silk , And three times a day My poor cow would give milk . Sing oh poor Colly , & c . She every year A fine calf did me bring , Which fetcht me a pound , For it came in the spring ...
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babe black letter copy bonny ivy tree brave capon changed her mind city of London city of York daddy's ewes dear death delight ditty doth Egestus eyes fair fair lady faith can keep false fear flowers gallant gentleman of courage give gold grief grieve growne a gentleman hand hath changed hear Hungary jealousy Jockie is growne King lady lass little barley-corn liv'd live Lodwick London Lord Courtney lose my breath lov'd lover LULLABY SONG maid maiden married merry milk minc'd pies mother gave ne'er night north country nymphs oh poor Colly Palmus Pandosto pleasant Plum-pudding pretty pride of Leycestershire prince prov'd Queen quoth roast-beef Sheldra shepherd shew sigh Sing oh poor song sorrows sweet St thee There's thou thow tune tunn'd turnd Twill unto weep wife willow women-kind yellow hose York young youth
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Page 195 - To her is only known my love, Which from the world is hidden. Go, pretty birds, and tell her so, See that your notes strain not too low, For still, methinks, I see her frown ; Ye pretty wantons, warble. Go, tune your voices...
Page 196 - Go tune your voices' harmony, And sing, I am her lover ; Strain loud and sweet, that every note With sweet content may move her. And she that hath the sweetest voice, Tell her I will not change my choice ; Yet still, methinks, I see her frown ! Ye pretty wantons, warble.
Page 199 - By by lully lullay, Lully lullay thou littell tyne child, By by lully lullay. O sisters too, how may we do, For to preserve this day This pore yongling, for whom we do singe By by lully lullay. Herod the king, in his raging, Chargid he hath this day; His men of might, in his owne sight, All yonge children to slay. That wo is me, pore child for thee, And ever morne and say; For thi parting, nether say nor sing, By by lully lullay.
Page 194 - Trowl the bowl, the jolly nut-brown bowl, And here, kind mate, to thee : Let's sing a dirge for Saint Hugh's soul, And down it merrily.
Page 193 - But O, I spy the cuckoo, the cuckoo, the cuckoo ; See where she sitteth : come away, my joy ; Come away, I prithee : I do not like the cuckoo Should sing where my Peggy and I kiss and toy.
Page 106 - By the moon we sport and play, With the night begins our day : As we dance the dew doth fall, Trip it, little urchins all. Lightly as the little bee, Two by two, and three by three, And about go we, and about go we.
Page 194 - COLD'S the wind, and wet's the rain, Saint Hugh be our good speed: 111 is the weather that bringeth no gain, Nor helps good hearts in need.
Page 7 - The birds sang sweet in the midst of the day ; I dreamed fast of mirth and play ; In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. Methought I walked still to and fro, And from her company I could not go ; But when I waked, it was not so : In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Page 110 - All travellers, as they do pass on their way, At gentlemen's halls are invited to stay, Themselves to refresh, and their horses to rest, Since that he must be Old Christmas's guest ; Nay, the poor shall not want, but have for relief, Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minced pies, and roastbeef.
Page 202 - ONCE did my thoughts both ebb and flow, As passion did them move ; Once did I hope, straight fear again,— And then I was in love. Once did I waking spend the night, And tell how many minutes move.