Studies in Folk-song and Popular Poetry

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Elliot Stock, 1895 - Folk songs - 329 pages
 

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Page 311 - She is coming, my life, my fate ; The red rose cries, ' She is near, she is near ; ' And the white rose weeps, ' She is late ; ' The larkspur listens, ' I hear, I hear ; ' And the lily whispers,
Page 89 - Love did lichtly me. O waly waly, but love be bonny A little time while it is new ; But when 'tis auld, it waxeth cauld And fades awa
Page 95 - Tis I, my love, sits on your grave, And will not let you sleep; For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips, And that is all I seek.
Page 163 - And she dwells in Bal'nagar; And she bears the palm of beauty bright From the fairest that in Erin are. In Bal'nagar is the Coolun, Like the berry on the bough her cheek; Bright beauty dwells for ever On her fair neck and ringlets sleek...
Page 284 - O where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son? O where hae ye been, my handsome young man?" "I hae been to the wild wood; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.
Page 161 - ... above; Oh, mouth of honey, with the thyme for fragrance, Who, with heart in breast, could deny you love? Oh, many and many a young girl for me is pining Letting her locks of gold to the cold wind free, For me, the foremost of our gay young fellows; But I'd leave a hundred, pure love, for thee! Then put your head, darling, darling, darling, Your darling black head my heart above; Oh, mouth of honey, with the thyme for fragrance, Who, with heart in breast, could deny you love?
Page 87 - 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.
Page 158 - And gazing on the Cromlech vast, And on the mountain and the sea, Shall catch communion with the past And mix himself with me. ' Child of the Future's doubtful night, Whate'er your speech, whoe'er your sires, Sing while you may with frank delight The song your hour inspires.
Page 87 - OI hae killed my reid-roan steid, Mither, mither, OI hae killed my reid-roan steid, That erst was sae fair and frie O.
Page 173 - ... shows none of the signs of that time of day. The four children are still asleep. There is a bed-cover hung before the window, to keep all within as much like night as possible ; and the mother sits beside the beds of her children to lull them back to sleep whenever any shows an inclination to awake.

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