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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... True Maid of the South 16 Pleasant History of Alexander and Lodwicke 17 London Lass's Lamentation 18 Lovely Northern Lass 19 Fickle Northern Lass 20 Stout Cripple of Cornwall 21 Lamentation of John Musgrave , executed at Ken- dal , for ...
... True Maid of the South 16 Pleasant History of Alexander and Lodwicke 17 London Lass's Lamentation 18 Lovely Northern Lass 19 Fickle Northern Lass 20 Stout Cripple of Cornwall 21 Lamentation of John Musgrave , executed at Ken- dal , for ...
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... True Relation of one Susan Higges , executed for Robbery and Murder 47 Young Seaman's Misfortune 187 194 200 · 203 209 - 213 48 Dorastus and Faunia 216 49 Death of Iffida 227 50 Rossalind's Ditty - 229 51 Pithias's Lament for the Loss ...
... True Relation of one Susan Higges , executed for Robbery and Murder 47 Young Seaman's Misfortune 187 194 200 · 203 209 - 213 48 Dorastus and Faunia 216 49 Death of Iffida 227 50 Rossalind's Ditty - 229 51 Pithias's Lament for the Loss ...
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... true , Which evermore be fain : Desiring always for to have Some pleasure for their pain : And when that they obtained have , The love that they require , Then have they all their perfect joy , And quenched is the fire . Rosemary is for ...
... true , Which evermore be fain : Desiring always for to have Some pleasure for their pain : And when that they obtained have , The love that they require , Then have they all their perfect joy , And quenched is the fire . Rosemary is for ...
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... true lady ! Better it were for me to fall Into your hands this day guiltless , Then that I should consent at all To this your shameful wickedness ; And even with that ( whereas she stood ) Lady , lady , Unto the Lord she cried aloud ...
... true lady ! Better it were for me to fall Into your hands this day guiltless , Then that I should consent at all To this your shameful wickedness ; And even with that ( whereas she stood ) Lady , lady , Unto the Lord she cried aloud ...
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... ' Tis not by long acquaintance , sir , Whereby true love doth grow . A sweet , & c . ( VOL . I. Then beg my life , quoth he , And I OLD BALLADS . 83 Lamentable Ballad on the Earl of Essex's death Loyal Lover Loyal Lover.
... ' Tis not by long acquaintance , sir , Whereby true love doth grow . A sweet , & c . ( VOL . I. Then beg my life , quoth he , And I OLD BALLADS . 83 Lamentable Ballad on the Earl of Essex's death Loyal Lover Loyal Lover.
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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
Popular passages
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.