Old Ballads: Historical and Narrative, with Some of Modern Date, Volume 1R. H. Evans, 1810 - Ballads, English |
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Common terms and phrases
Alexander babe black letter copy bonny ivy tree broom changed her mind city of London Cripple daddy's ewes death delight dine ditty doth Egestus eyes Fain fair fair lady faith can keep farewell fear gallant gave give gold golden shows grief grieve growne a gentleman happy day Harpalus hath changed hear Hungary jealousy Jockie is growne King knee lady lament lass let her choose little barley-corn liv'd Lodwick London lose my breath lov'd lover LULLABY SONG maid maiden married merry milking minc'd pies mother ne'er night north country oh poor Colly Pandosto pleasant pretty pride of Leycestershire prince Queen quoth scorn Shackley-hay Sheldra shepherd shew Sing oh poor song stead of singing sweet heart sweet St thee There's town of Rye tune tunn'd Twill unto vext weep whistle stead wife willow women bad women-kind yellow hose young
Popular passages
Page 238 - Altair, then I was really there, or at an equal remoteness from the life which I had left behind, dwindled and twinkling with as fine a ray to my nearest neighbor, and to be seen only in moonless nights by him. Such was that part of creation where I had squatted; 'There was a shepherd that did live, And held his thoughts as high As were the mounts whereon his flocks Did hourly feed him by.
Page 230 - 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 229 - 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 230 - 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 140 - 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 75 - The Two Faithful Friends, the pleasant History of Alexander and Lodwicke, who were so like one another, that none could know them asunder; wherein is declared how Lodwicke married the Princesse of Hungaria, in Alexander's name, and how each night he layd a naked sword betweene him and the Princesse, because he would not wrong his friend, is reprinted from the Pepys collection in Evans's Old Ballads.
Page 15 - 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 320 - Phoebus so In walking in the air ; That down I laid me by a stream With boughs all over-clad, And there I met the strangest dream, That ever shepherd had. Methought I saw each Christmas game, Each revel, all and some, And every thing that I can name, Or may in fancy come.
Page 333 - But thus in tearmes both graue and wise, His minde he gan to tell. Friend, muse not at this fond aray, But list awhile to me: For it hath holpe me to suruay What I shall shew to thee.
Page 336 - The poor man's back is cracked ere long; Yet there he lets him lie! ' And no degree, among them all, But had such close intending; That I upon my knees did fall, And prayed for their amending. ' Back to the woods I got again, In mind perplexed sore: Where I found ease of all this pain; And mean to stray no more!