English and Scottish ballads, selected and ed. by F.J. Child, Том 3

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Francis James Child
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Стр. 150 - The first line that Sir Patrick red, A loud lauch lauched he; The next line that Sir Patrick red, The teir blinded his ee. "O wha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o...
Стр. 87 - A brawer bower ye ne'er did see, Than my true love he built for me. There came a man, by middle day He spied his sport, and went away ; And brought the King that very night, Who brake my bower, and slew my knight. He slew my knight, to me sae dear; He slew my knight, and poin'd ' his gear; My servants all for life did flee, And left me in extremitie.
Стр. 59 - As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane ; The tane unto the t'other say, "Where sail we gang and dine to-day " " 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...
Стр. 130 - You must be father and mother both, And uncle all in one; God knows what will become of them, When I am dead and gone.
Стр. 140 - When bells were rung, and mass was sung, And a' the bairns came hame, When every lady gat hame her son, The Lady Maisry gat nane.
Стр. 152 - Our King has written a braid letter, And seal'd it with his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, Was walking on the strand. " To Noroway, to Noroway, To Noroway o'er the faem ; The King's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis thou maun bring her hame.
Стр. 151 - O lang, lang may their ladies sit, Wi thair fans into their hand, Or eir they se Sir Patrick Spence Cum sailing to the land. O lang, lang may the ladies stand, Wi thair gold kems in their hair, Waiting for thair ain deir lords, For they'll se thame na mair.
Стр. 155 - To take the helm in hand, Till you go up to the tall top-mast ; But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.
Стр. 150 - O wha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o' the yeir, To sail upon the se?
Стр. 131 - The parents being dead and gone, The children home he takes, And brings them straight unto his house Where much of them he makes. He had not kept these pretty babes A twelvemonth and a day, But, for their wealth, he did devise To make them both away.

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