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Стр. 330 - O that I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries; Out of my bed she bids me rise, Says "Haste and come to me!
Стр. 225 - And a' the warld might ken right weel, They were twa lovers dear. But bye and rade the Black Douglas, And wow but he was rough ! For he pull'd up the bonny brier, And flang'd in St.
Стр. 216 - In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new-slain Knight ; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. ' His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet. ' Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pick out his bonny blue een : Wi...
Стр. 222 - O hold your hand, Lord William!" she said, "For your strokes they are wondrous sair; True lovers I can get many a ane, But a father I can never get mair.
Стр. 435 - O WHA will shoe my bonny foot ? And wha will glove my hand ? And wha will lace my middle jimp Wi' a lang, lang linen band ? " O wha will kame my yellow hair, « With a new-made silver kame ? And wha will father my young son, Till Lord Gregory come hame...
Стр. 346 - The starling flew to his mother's window stane, It whistled and it sang ; And aye the ower word o' the tune Was — " Johnie tarries lang !" They made a rod o' the hazel bush, Another o' the slae-thorn tree, And mony mony were the men At fetching our Johnie.
Стр. 224 - Get up, get up, lady mother," he says, " Get up, and let me in ! — Get up, get up, lady mother," he says, " For this night my fair lady I've win.
Стр. 97 - To man I can be answerable ; and for God, I will take him in my own hand." Claverhouse mounted his horse, and marched, and left her with the corpse of her dead husband lying there ; she set the bairn on the ground, and gathered his brains, and tied up his head, and straighted his body, and covered him in her plaid, and sat down, and wept over him.