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Стр. 132 - There lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them o'er the sea. They hadna been a week from her, A week but barely ane, When word came to the carline wife That her three sons were gane.
Стр. 72 - And see not ye that bonny road, That winds about the fernie brae? That is the road to fair Elfland, Where thou and I this night maun gae. " But, Thomas, ye maun hold your tongue, Whatever ye may hear or see ; For, if you speak word in Elflyn land, Ye'll ne'er get back to your ain countrie.
Стр. 40 - To send us out, at this time of the year, "To sail upon the sea? "Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet, "Our ship must sail the faem; "The king's daughter of Noroway, "Tis we must fetch her hame...
Стр. 214 - Lady Nancy she died as it might be to-day, Lord Lovel he died as to-morrow ; Lady Nancy she died out of pure, pure grief, Lord Lovel he died out of sorrow, sorrow, Lord Lovel he died out of sorrow. Lady Nancy was laid in St. Pancras...
Стр. 134 - Bring water from the well; For a' my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well.
Стр. 213 - O they rade on, and on they rade, And a' by the light of the moon, Until they came to yon wan water, And there they lighted down.
Стр. 39 - O whare will I get a skeely skipper, , To sail this new ship of mine?" O up and spake an eldern knight, Sat at the king's right knee, — "Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor, That ever sailed the sea.
Стр. 72 - Ye'll ne'er get back to your ain countrie.' 0 they rade on, and farther on, And they waded through rivers aboon the knee, And they saw neither sun nor moon, But they heard the roaring of the sea. It was mirk mirk night, and there was nae stern star light, And they waded through red blude to the knee; For a...