Questions

This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.

identifier	question
22081	And what can be more remarkable?
22081	T. Hanmer''s(?)
15618	O have you got houses, have you got land, And does Northumberland belong to thee? 15618 Vot news, vot news, my proud young porter,[7] Vot news, vot news, come tell to me?"
15618	And what would you give to the fair young lady As out of prisin would let you go free?"
15618	And will he believe me to remain his devoted admirer, GEORGE CRUIKSHANK?
15618	Does he appear before the chief with indecent haste?
15618	If this should meet his eye, will he pardon my humble attempt to embellish with the pencil the sweet ideas to which he gives such feeling utterance?
15618	Is he described as rushing madly into his presence to impart his message?
15618	is this here Lord Bateman''s castle, And is his lordship here vithin?"
7532	And dinna ye see yon road, Thomas, That lies out- owr yon lilly lee? 7532 But do you see yon road, Thomas, That lies out- owr yon frosty fell?
7532	How should''st thou, fair lady, love me, Whom thou knowest thy country''s foe? 7532 Is this Young Bicham''s gates?"
7532	O hae you tane a bonny bride? 7532 An hae ye quite forgotten her That gae you life an liberty?
7532	An hae you quite forsaken me?
7532	And art thou dead, thou much- lov''d youth, And didst thou dye for mee?
7532	And how should I know your true love From many another one?
7532	And will he ne''er come again?
7532	But many a trustye friend have I, And why shold I feel dole or care?
7532	King Henryes grace with royall cheere Welcomed the noble Howard home, And where, said he, is this rover stout, That I myselfe may give the doome?
7532	O whan the porter came up the stair, He''s fa''n low down upon his knee:"Won up, won up, ye proud porter, An what makes a''this courtesy?"
7532	Our joys as winged dreams doe flye, Why then should sorrow last?
7532	Sir Andrewe cryed, What may a man now thinke, or say?
7532	THE SPANISH LADY''S LOVE[ Illustration: The Spanish Lady''s Love headpiece] Will you hear a Spanish lady, How shed wooed an English man?
7532	The king lookt over his left shoulder, And an angrye look then looked hee:"Have I never a lorde in all my realme, Will feitch yond tray tor unto me?"
7532	Up and speaks the wylie parrot, So wylily and slee:"Where is the man now, May Collin, That gaed away wie thee?"
7532	What English churles are yonder, he sayd, That can soe little curtesye?
7532	What is thy name, faire maid?
7532	What sudden chance is this, quoth he, That I to love must subject be, Which never thereto would agree, But still did it defie?
7532	Will he ne''er come again?
7532	gracelesse wretch, hast spent thine all, And brought thyselfe to penurie?
7532	says she,"Or is that noble prince within?"
7533	From whence came ye, young man?
7533	I am a barker, Sir, by my trade; Nowe tell me what art thou?
7533	Now speak nae mair, my lusty dame, Now speak nae mair of that to me; Did I neer see a fair woman, But I wad sin with her body?
7533	O had your tongue, ye lady fair, Lat a''your folly be; Mind ye not on your turtle- doo Last day ye brought wi thee?
7533	O tell me mair, young man,she said,"This does surprise me now; What country hae ye come frae?
7533	To Drayton Basset woldst thou goe, Fro the place where thou dost stand? 7533 And ein wae worth ze, Jock my man, I paid ze weil zour hire; Quhy pu''ze out the ground- wa''stane, To me lets in the fire? 7533 And quhat a hauld sall we draw till, My mirry men and me? 7533 I marvell what they bee?
7533	My bird Willie, my boy Willie; My dear Willie, he sayd: How can ze strive against the stream?
7533	O see za nat quhat I see?
7533	O see ze nat, my mirry men a''?
7533	Oh telle me how does thy ladye gaye, And what may thy tydinges bee?
7533	Quhair sail I get a bonny boy, That will win hose and shoen; That will gae to Lord Barnards ha'', And bid his lady cum?
7533	Ride softlye, shee sayd, O Childe Waters, Why doe you ryde soe fast?
7533	Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellen?
7533	Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellen?
7533	Shee, all the long day Child Waters rode, Ran barefoote by his side; Yett was he never soe courteous a knighte, To say, Ellen, will you ryde?
7533	Wae worth, wae worth ze, Jock my man, I paid ze weil zour fee; Quhy pu''ze out the ground- wa''stane, Lets in the reek to me?
7533	What boote wilt thou have?
7533	What boote wilt thou have?
7533	What pedigree are you?"
7533	What tydinges heare you, sayd the kynge, As you ryde farre and neare?
7533	What, art thou a foole?
7533	Why grieve you, damselle faire, he sayd, And what doth cause you moane?
7533	she said;"That does surprise me sair; My door was bolted right secure, What way hae ye come here?"
7533	what things are those?
11260	''How would I see that?''
11260	''What do you mean saying that?''
11260	''What will you give for it?''
11260	''Why is it you did not come to me when I sent before?''
11260	''Will you give three hundred pounds for it?''
11260	''Would you pay back the money to the man that would lend it to you?''
11260	''Would you sell it?''
11260	And as they were sitting at the table, a servant girl that was in it, and that was Irish, came to O''Connell and she said,''Do you understand Irish?''
11260	And how do we know but that was a thing appointed for him by God?
11260	And the bullet was taken out of his head was the same every bit as our bullets; and where would a Zulu get a bullet like that?
11260	And what good did they ever do it?
11260	But he was sorry at Parnell''s death, and what was the use of that when they had his heart broke?
11260	But what was that to the bitter time of the Famine that came after?"
11260	But what wonder?
11260	But why did n''t they lift him in the saddle and bring him along with them?
11260	Did she turn Catholic?
11260	Did you hear that one time he turned the shoes on his horses?
11260	He got Emancipation; but where is the use of that?
11260	He said in a speech, where was the use of meetings and of talking?
11260	He went back and told that to O''Connell, and O''Connell said,''Did n''t I tell you I would put you in the way to get some good thing?''"
11260	If she was, why would she have run away?
11260	In the morning one of the butlers came up to him and said,''Did you see that one of your horses was shot in the night?''
11260	Then the priest said,''Have you any children?''
11260	What religion had they?
11260	Why did n''t he go into the thick of the battle like the Prince of Orange?
11260	Why would there, and they running away and leaving the country the way they did?
11260	[ IRISH:''An tuigeann tu Gaedilge, O''Connell?''
11260	says O''Connell,''what was it he did to deserve that?''
11260	says he,''and I not rose up or dressed?''
7534	Got ye''t by sea, or got ye''t by land, Or got ye''t aff a drownd man''s hand?
7534	What is the way that ye use to gae? 7534 What news?
7534	Am I rewarded thus, quoth he, In giving all I have Unto my children, and to beg For what I lately gave?
7534	And quhat wul ze doe wi''zour towirs and zour ha'', Edward, Edward?
7534	And quhat wul ze doe wi''zour towirs and zour ha'', That were sae fair to see, O?
7534	And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir, Edward, Edward?
7534	And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir?
7534	And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife, Edward, Edward?
7534	And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife, Quhan ze gang ovir the sea, O?
7534	And quhatten penance will ze drie for that?
7534	And quhatten penance wul ze drie for that, Edward, Edward?
7534	And quhy sae sad gang zee, O?
7534	And what are the words that ye beg wi?"
7534	And wilt thou shew no more, quoth he, Than doth thy duty bind?
7534	For who can say by what strange way, Christ brings His will to light, Since the barren staff the pilgrim bore Bloomed in the great Pope''s sight?
7534	HYND HORN[ Illustration: Hynd Horn headpiece][ Illustration: Hynd Horn]"Hynde Horn''s bound, love, and Hynde Horn''s free; Whare was ye born?
7534	How else but through a broken heart May Lord Christ enter in?
7534	How else man may make straight his plan And cleanse his soul from Sin?
7534	In doing so, you glad my soul, The aged king reply''d; But what sayst thou, my youngest girl, How is thy love ally''d?
7534	Or else he might be moved, and try To comfort or console: And what should Human Pity do Pent up in Murderer''s Hole?
7534	Quhy dois zour brand sae drop wi''bluid?
7534	What news hae ye got to tell to me?"
7534	What word of grace in such a place Could help a brother''s soul?
7534	or frae what cuntrie?"
7534	what had we done To have such a seneschal?
7534	what news, my puir auld man?
7531	And how nowe, kempe, said the Kyng of Spaine, And how what aileth thee?
7531	And what wold ye doe with my bryde soe gay, Iff I did sell her thee?
7531	As they were drinking ale and wine Within kyng Estmeres halle: When will ye marry a wyfe, brothèr, A wyfe to glad us all?
7531	But since your grace on forrayne coastes Amonge your foes unkinde Must goe to hazard life and limbe, Why should I staye behinde?
7531	But you may say"What is all this to me?
7531	Come you back to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay: Ca n''t you''ear their paddles chunkin''from Rangoon to Mandalay?
7531	Do you remember it?
7531	For how, they asked, could a whole people make a poem?
7531	He never was the courteous knighte, To saye, faire maide, will ye ride?
7531	How many even realize their_ existence_, except on occasions of national disaster, such as the Black Plague?
7531	In other words, how many history masters ever take the trouble to sketch in the great background, the life of the common people?
7531	In such a world, what could a man do but stare about him, with bright eyes, searching the horizon, while his heart beat fast in the rhythm of a song?
7531	Is that quite so artless, after all?
7531	John, by me thou settest noe store, And that I farley finde: How offt send I my men beffore And tarry my selfe behinde?
7531	Must we have gold and land ev''ry day at command?
7531	Now cheare up, sire abbot, did you never hear yet, That a fool he may learn a wise man witt?
7531	Of purple or of pall?
7531	One man or many?
7531	Or hath he took thy gaye gold ring From off thy finger small?
7531	Sith you have had your wille of mee, And put me to open shame, Now, if you are a courteous knighte, Tell me what is your name?
7531	Stand abacke, stand abacke, sayd Robin; Why draw you mee soe neere?
7531	V How were the early ballads born?
7531	What hath he robbed thee of, sweet heart?
7531	What tydinges nowe, my boye?
7531	What wold ye doe with my harpe,''he sayd,''If I did sell itt yee?
7531	Who can recall even a fragment of verse in praise of the long- deferred coming of Peace?
7531	Who can remember a solitary verse of thanksgiving, from any of our poets, in commemoration of any of the victories of the Great War?
7531	Who made them?
7531	Why grieves my Rose, my sweetest Rose?
7531	Why is ballad- making a lost art?
7531	Why should I go into raptures about such a song, which seems only to express a highly debatable approval of a certain method of education?"
7531	You remember the generalization about the eyes... how they used to look_ out_, but now look_ in_?
7531	must Joan my sweet bride Be a lady in chariots of pleasure to ride?
7531	wot do they understand?
22175	''But how shall I know your true love?''
22175	''Dost wish thy prisoner, the Laird of Logie?''
22175	''Have you lost your sword or spear in the tournament, have you lost them in sunny England?''
22175	''Is it flowers, or is it for dew ye seek this bonny night of May?''
22175	''Mother,''said the eldest little son,''mother, will ye be angry with me an I tell you what I heard?''
22175	''Oh tell me, tell me quick,''she cried,''where didst thou find this ring?
22175	''Tell me, Tamlane,''said the lady Janet,''tell me, have ye always been a little elfin man?
22175	''Tell me,''she said,''tell me how ye do spend your day in Fairyland?''
22175	''We are but a few miles away from the city,''said Donald;''will you even now go back?''
22175	''What do ye seek in the wood, May Margaret?''
22175	''Where is thy prisoner, where is the young Laird of Logie?''
22175	''Where is your mother?''
22175	''Why do ye pluck my roses?''
22175	''Why, May Margaret,''said the king,''is it thou?
22175	''Ye shall speak no more to my daughter,''she cried,''until ye have told me where your home is, and how many broad lands are your own?''
22175	Could the young prince from across the sea really wish to dress in his torn rags?
22175	For what would she do if Hynde Horn went away to the far East and she was left alone?
22175	Had not the king himself sent for his prisoner?
22175	Had she roused the king or queen?
22175	Have ye never, in days gone by, been to the holy chapel, and have ye never had made over you the sign of the Holy Cross?''
22175	Have ye no fear of me, Janet?''
22175	How shall I know you, my little wee man?''
22175	Not a sound save the wind did she hear?
22175	She sat in her bower and she said to her maid,''Helen, what shall I do, for my heart is in the Highlands with Donald?''
22175	Sir John, fearing nothing, came before the king, and falling on his knee before him he said,''Sire, what is thy will?''
22175	Then Thomas was sad, and tears streamed from his grey eyes, and he cried,''Tell me, lady fair, shall I never meet thee more?''
22175	Was it on the sea or in a far- off country that thou didst find it, or was it on the finger of a dead man?
22175	Was that the bed creaking?
22175	Were the strains merry, gleeful?
22175	Were they sad, melancholy?
22175	What dost thou at my feet, my bonny maid?''
22175	What should he do with Prince Horn, who was heir to the kingdom he had seized?
22175	When King Horn had donned his disguise, he cried,''Tell me now, how dost thou behave thyself when thou comest to the palace to beg?''
22175	Why is it that she sobs so bitterly?''
22175	Will ye come to the Highlands with me, Lizzie Lindsay?''
22175	Ye do not forget, Janet?''
22175	[ Illustration:''Will ye come to the Highlands with me, Lizzie Lindsay?'']
22175	asked the bird,''or are you pale with grief because your true love is far away?''
22175	what is it Thomas hears beyond the song of the birds, the whisper of the breeze?
22175	what was that?
33404	A Woman said I?
33404	Art thou some Run- away; And hast no abiding?
33404	But e''er three Months they had marry''d been, A Thumping Boy popp''d out; Ads---- says he you confounded Queen, Why what have you been about?
33404	Fickle Bliss, fantastick Treasure, Love how soon, how soon, How soon thy Joys, are past?
33404	Haud nego, Procul abest in itinere: Nàm es ignara reditûs?
33404	How long shall I sue in vain?
33404	How long, how long like the Turtle Dove, Must I heavily thus complain?
33404	If then Honour be in''t, Why a Pox should be stint, Our selves of the fulness it bears?
33404	Little Boy tell me why Thou art here diving?
33404	O_ Lewis_ perplex''d, What General''s next?
33404	Poor_ Dido_ wept, but what of that?
33404	Say cruel_ Amoret_, how long, how long, In Billet- doux, and humble Song; Shall poor_ Alexis_, shall poor_ Alexis_, poor_ Alexis_ wooe?
33404	Shall the Sails of my Love stand still, Shall the grist of my Hopes be unground?
33404	Since I drink it with Pleasure, why should I complain?
33404	Sis salvus, Domine: Ubinam Vir est?
33404	Some say another thing beside, If true?
33404	The King for Soldiers must not lack,_ If I miss the Man, I''ll take the Wife._ Shew me by what Authority You do it?
33404	Welcome, Sir; Where is your Husband?
33404	What fond Nymph can e''er be kind, To a Swain, but rich in Mind, If as well she does not find Gold within his Coffers?
33404	What sayest thou, If one shou''d Plough?
33404	Why does Pleasure seem a Smart, Or I wretched while I''m Glad?
33404	Why truly He''s gone abroad, a Journey far: Do you not know when he comes back?
33404	Words whose Hoops have now injoyned, Him to let_ Dulcina_ sleep; Could a Man''s Love be confined, Or a Maid her promise keep?
33404	[ Music] How long, how long shall I pine for Love?
33404	[ Music] If Wine be a Cordial why does it Torment?
33404	[ Music] What, Love a crime, Inhumane Fair?
33404	[ Music] Why alas do you now leave me, You who vow''d a Love so true; Can you hope whilst you deceive me, Others will be just to you?
33404	_ A_ SONG,_ Tune of Chickens and Sparrow- grass._ What sayest thou, If one should thrust thee thro''?
33404	_ Ah, ah, quid dixi Fæmella?
33404	_ Hæc quo Guaranto factitas, Ambò dicas, Domine?
33404	_ The Woman''s Complaint to her Neighbour._[ Music] Good morrow Gossip_ Joan_, Where have you been a Walking?
33404	my Panting, panting Heart, Why so Young, and why so sad?
33404	she cry''d, why must Maids be so formal and Coy, To deny what they think is their only true Joy?
33404	tell me whence comes my Content?
33404	what mun I do?
33404	what mun I do?")
9405	Am I rewarded thus,quoth he,"In giving all I have Unto my children, and to beg For what I lately gave?
9405	And wilt thou shew no more,quoth he,"Than doth thy duty bind?
9405	Are you awake, sweet William?
9405	But again, dear love, and again, dear love, Will ye never love me again? 9405 But again, dear love, and again, dear love, Will ye not turn again?
9405	But since your Grace on forrayne coastes, Amonge your foes unkinde, Must goe to hazard life and limbe, Why should I staye behinde? 9405 How many miles is it to thy true love?
9405	In doing so, you glad my soul,The aged king reply''d;"But what sayst thou, my youngest girl, How is thy love ally''d?"
9405	Now hae ye play''d me this, fause love, In simmer,''mid the flowers? 9405 O chuse, O chuse, Lady Margaret,"he said,"O whether will ye gang or bide?"
9405	O come ye here to hunt or hawk The bonny Forest thorough? 9405 O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the king o''me, To send us out at this time of the year, To sail upon the sea?
9405	O where will I get a gude sail''r, To take my helm in hand, Till I get up to the tall top- mast, To see if I can spy land?
9405	Stand abacke, stand abacke,sayd Robin;"Why draw you mee so neere?
9405	Was I not yesterday at the Newcastle, That stands so fair on Tyne? 9405 What hast thou here?"
9405	What is that boon,quoth Robin Hood,"Little John, thou begst of me?"
9405	What is thy name?
9405	What sudden chance is this,quoth he,"That I to love must subject be, Which never thereto would agree, But still did it defie?"
9405	What wilt thou give me,said Robin Hood,"In ready gold or fee, To help thee to thy true love again, And deliver her unto thee?"
9405	Where gang ye, young John,she says,"Sae early in the day?
9405	Where shall I bide thee?
9405	Who gives me this maid?
9405	Why grieves my Rose, my sweetest Rose?
9405	Will you please to sit down, cousin Robin,she said,"And drink some beer with me?"
9405	And when he came bold Robin before, Robin asked him courteously, O, hast thou any money to spare, For my merry men and me?
9405	But think na ye my heart was sair, When I laid the moul''on his yellow hair; Think na ye my heart was wae, When I turned about, away to gae?
9405	He turn''d about wi''surly look, And said,"What''s that to thee?
9405	Marti''mas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves aff the tree?
9405	Nae living man I''ll love again, Since that my lovely knight is slain; W?
9405	O gentle death, when wilt thou cum?
9405	O wherfore shuld I busk my head?
9405	Or come ye here to wield your brand Upon the banks o''Yarrow?"
9405	Or wherfore shuld I kame my hair?
9405	Out then spake a wily lord, Unto the queen said he:"O tell me wha''s the fairest face Rides in the company?"
9405	What is thy name, faire maid?"
9405	What rescue could ye find?
9405	What share did the community have in the making of these songs, and what share fell to individual singers?
9405	Why say ye so?
9405	Why should ye ought?
9405	said the Douglas;"Or where wilt thou come to me?"
9405	shee said,"Or, sweet William, are you asleep?
9405	the young man said,"What is your will with me?"
9405	what have ye done?
9405	wheder will ye go?
43691	Now Jemmy Catnach''s gone to prison, And what''s he gone to prison for? 43691 What hast here?
43691	Yes; but how about to- morrow?
43691	_ Non mi recordo._What countryman are you-- a foreigner or an Englishman?
43691	A cloud fell upon Seven Dials; dread and terror chilled her many minstrels: and why-- and wherefore?
43691	And says,''So you are still selling songs, eh?''
43691	BUTCHER.--Well, Mr. Mackerel, pray let me ask you how you come to show your impudent face among those who do n''t want to see you or any of your crew?
43691	Burned the stars clearly, tranquilly in heaven,--or shot they madly across Primrose- hill, the Middlesex Parnassus?
43691	Did no friendly god give warning to the native son of song?
43691	How do I live then?
43691	How long have I been at it?
43691	How many do I sell in a day?
43691	How old am I now?
43691	I always paid for what I had, and did not say much to him, or he to me-- Writing the life of him, are you indeed?
43691	I''m a tough true- hearted sailor, Careless and all that, d''ye see, Never at the times a railer-- What is time or tide to me?
43691	Not old enough?
43691	Pussy- cat, pussy- cat, what did you there?
43691	Says E, I''ll eat it fast, who will?
43691	Then it was Mr. John Morgan suddenly recollected that he could not pass his old friend Short-- who was Short?
43691	Thurtell laid to him,"Do you think, Mr Wilson, I have got enough fall?"
43691	To our question of"Have you got any real old''cocks''by you?"
43691	What''s the poor to me?
43691	Where is the gentleman?
43691	Where was the gentleman who wrote him the letter?
43691	Who before ever saw a dog smoking tobacco?
43691	Who caught his blood?
43691	Who made his shroud?
43691	Who pulled her out?
43691	Who put her in?
43691	Who saw him die?
43691	Who will carry the link?
43691	Who''ll be the Parson?
43691	Who''ll be the clerk?
43691	Who''ll carry the coffin?
43691	[ Illustration:"The gallows does well: But how does it well?
43691	[ Illustration] I''m going to my_ grandmamma''s_, She is not very well, With cake and pot of butter; Says_ Wolf_ where does she dwell?
43691	[ Illustration] Pussy- Cat, pussy- cat, where have you been?
43691	[ Illustration] See- saw, sacradown, Which is the way to London town?
43691	[ Illustration] Who are you?
43691	[ Illustration] Who kill''d Cock Robin?
43691	ballads?
43691	dear no-- He''s never got any change but he''s always got an old account, do you see?
43691	descend and say, did no omen tell the coming of the fall?
43691	my poor dog, she cried, oh, what shall I do?
43691	what will avail then?
43691	where dost thou hide?
21300	Do you intend to fight us Or unto us resign?
21300	O John, O Joh- wa- wahn, Why did you go- wo- wo Way down in the mea- we- we- dow So far to mo- wo- wow?
21300	O Sal, O Sa- wa- wall, Why do n''t you kno- wo- wow When the grass gits ri- wi- wipe, It must be mo- wo- woed?
21300	Oh say, ca n''t I walk?
21300	These locks she has curled, shall the rattlesnake kiss? 21300 Why sit you there like a monument that has no power to stir?"
21300	You had a dream, dear Uncle, Another dream to- day?
21300	***** WHOSE OLD COW?
21300	A miner said,"Betsy, will you dance with me?"
21300	Along came my true love, about twelve o''clock, Saying,"Henry, O Henry, what sentence have you got?"
21300	Are the hills covered over with cattle In those mystic worlds far, far away?
21300	Are they worlds with their ranges and ranches?
21300	At his post he did land, they took him in hand, The old bucks they all gathered''round, Saying"Give us your fist; where did you enlist?
21300	At night in the bright stars up yonder Do the cowboys lie down to their rest?
21300	CALIFORNIA JOE Well, mates, I do n''t like stories; Or am I going to act A part around the campfire That ai n''t a truthful fact?
21300	COWBOY SONGS AND OTHER FRONTIER BALLADS What keeps the herd from running, Stampeding far and wide?
21300	Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, Ah, do n''t you hear the clinking of my chain?
21300	Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, Ah, do n''t you hear the clinking of my chain?
21300	Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, Ah, do n''t you hear the clinking of my chain?
21300	Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, Ah, do n''t you hear the clinking of my chain?
21300	Did you ever go to a cowboy whenever hungry and dry, Asking for a dollar, and have him you deny?
21300	Do n''t you think he had his gall?
21300	Do the cowboys scrap there with Comanches And other Red Men of the plains?
21300	Do the ranch- houses ring with the prattle Of sweet little children at play?
21300	Do they gaze at this old world and wonder If rough riders dash over its breast?
21300	Do they list to the wolves in the canyons?
21300	Do they ring with rough rider refrains?
21300	Do they watch the night owl in its flight, With their horse their only companion While guarding the herd through the night?
21300	Do you want to know why?
21300	I wonder what my love would say If she could see my pants With canvas patches on my knees And one upon the stern?
21300	In came my mother about ten o''clock, Saying,"O my loving Johnny, what sentence have you got?"
21300	Is it very strange that cowboys are A rough and reckless crew When their garb forbids their doing right As Christian people do?
21300	Look here, little stranger, do you know who I am?"
21300	Now, little stranger, if you''ll give me your address,-- How would you like to go, by fast mail or express?"
21300	O say, little dogies, when you goin''to lay down And quit this forever siftin''around?
21300	Or New Mexico where natives grow With arrow- proof insides?
21300	Prairie fires, wo n''t you please stop?
21300	Quoth Ike,"You''re an angel, but where are your wings?"
21300	Shall Arizona woo me Where the meek Apache bides?
21300	THE DAYS OF FORTY- NINE We are gazing now on old Tom Moore, A relic of bygone days;''Tis a bummer, too, they call me now, But what cares I for praise?
21300	THE KANSAS LINE Come all you jolly cowmen, do n''t you want to go Way up on the Kansas line?
21300	TOP HAND While you''re all so frisky I''ll sing a little song,-- Think a little horn of whiskey will help the thing along?
21300	That they frequent scenes of revelry Where death is bought and sold, Where at least they get a welcome Though it''s prompted by their gold?
21300	They say that flour is a dollar a pound, do you think it will be any higher?
21300	This brow she has kissed, shall the cold grave press?
21300	What could I say?
21300	What matter to you in your eastern land If the raiders here should come?
21300	What''s life without liberty?
21300	Who will be to her as a brother, And shield her with a brother''s care?"
21300	Will you drink lager beer with me?
21300	You ca n''t step aside, boys, To speak to a friend Without your wife at your elbow Saying,"What does this mean?"
6062	Who were your friends?
6062	A funeral vase awaiting tearful showers?
6062	A silken cushion or a bank of flowers?
6062	A smirking servant smiled When she gave him her child to keep; Did she know he would strangle the child As it lay in his arms asleep?
6062	An Eastern odour, waste and oasis blent?
6062	And where, after all, is the harm done?
6062	Are the high deeds of the sires sung to the children no more?
6062	Art thou late fruit of spicy savour and scent?
6062	As Freedom with eyes aglow Smiled glad through her childbirth pain, How was the mother to know That her woe and travail were vain?
6062	But still they questioned,"Who art thou?
6062	But what care I if this be all pretence?
6062	Chained, watching her chosen nation Grinding late and early In the mills of usurpation?
6062	Did you ever hear an Apache yell?
6062	For thou art more than life, And if our fate should set Life and my love at strife, How could I then forget I love thee more than life?
6062	Four months alone I walked the chalk, I thought my heart would break; And all them boys a- slappin my back And axin'',"What''ll you take?"
6062	Has she not paid it dearly?
6062	Hast thou forgotten those days illumined with glory and honour, When the far isles of the sea thrilled to the tread of Castile?
6062	Hath He no instruments here?
6062	Have not her holy tears, Flowing through shameful years, Washed the stains from her tortured hands?
6062	How did he git thar?
6062	How shall His vengeance be done?
6062	How, when His purpose is clear?
6062	I''ve searched in vain, from Dan to Beer- Sheba, to make this mystery clear; But I end with HIT as I did begin,--"WHO GOT THE WHISKY- SKIN?"
6062	In fine, upon this April day, This deep conundrum I will bring: Tell me the two good reasons, pray, I have, to say you are like spring?
6062	Must He come down from His throne?
6062	Nay, what is it to thee?"
6062	On the dun hills of the North hast thou heard of no plough- boy Pizarro?
6062	Roams no young swine- herd Cortes hid by the Tagus''wild shore?
6062	Say, what wilt Thou with me?"
6062	Say, what''s the use of being a fool?
6062	She is stunned and speechless yet, In her grief and bloody sweat Shall we make her trust her blame?
6062	The captain seized the little waif, And said,"What dost thou here?"
6062	The fresh young smile, so pure and fine, Does it but mock our reading?
6062	The handmaid rows and the Countess speaks:"Seest thou not there where the water breaks Seven corpses swim In the moonlight dim?
6062	There is not so much to pardon,-- For why were your lips so red?
6062	Through the long days and years What will my loved one be, Parted from me?
6062	V. Has the red blood run cold that boiled by the Xenil and Darro?
6062	V. What is a first love worth, except to prepare for a second?
6062	Whar have you been for the last three year That you have n''t heard folks tell How Jimmy Bludso passed in his checks The night of the Prairie Belle?
6062	What ailed the girl?
6062	What art thou now?
6062	What does the second love bring?
6062	What hast thou been?
6062	What man is there so bold that he should say,"Thus, and thus only, would I have the sea"?
6062	When every land under Heaven was flecked by the shade of thy banner,-- When every beam of the sun flashed on thy conquering steel?
6062	Which shall we see?
6062	Why read ye not the changeless truth,-- The free can conquer but to save?
6062	You did n''t know Ben?
6062	You see it; A gay old thing, is it not?
6062	[ You give it up?]
6062	do they shine, those eyes of thine, But for our own misleading?
6062	they said,"By His dread Name who shall one day come To judge the quick and the dead,--"Who art thou?
6062	why should you worry in choosing whom you shall marry?
11236	Before I give you one penny, sweetheart, Pray tell me where you were born?
11236	Dear youth,she cried,"and canst thou haste away?
11236	I pr''ythee, sweetheart, then tell to me, O tell me, whether you know The bailiff''s daughter of Islington?
11236	Oh, what shall I do now? 11236 And did you ne''er hear of a jolly young waterman, Who at Blackfriars Bridge used for to ply? 11236 Can silent glens have charms for thee, The lowly cot and russet gown? 11236 Cherry- Ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones, come and buy; If so be you ask me where They do grow? 11236 D''YE KEN JOHN PEEL? 11236 D''ye ken John Peel at the break of the day? 11236 D''ye ken John Peel when he''s far, far away, With his hounds and his horn in the morning? 11236 D''ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay? 11236 D''ye ken her sons of peerless faith? 11236 D''ye ken that hound whose voice is death? 11236 Gin a body meet a body Comin''frae the town, Gin a body meet a body, Need a body frown? 11236 Gin a body meet a body Comin''thro''the rye, Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body cry? 11236 Let not the dark thee cumber; What though the moon does slumber? 11236 Ne''er thought of a simper or sigh, For why? 11236 No longer drest in silken sheen, No longer deck''d with jewels rare, Say, can''st thou quit each courtly scene, Where thou wert fairest of the fair? 11236 Now, what do you say to these cans of wood? 11236 O Nanny, can''st thou love so true, Through perils keen with me go; Or when thy swain mishap shall rue, To share with him the pang of woe? 11236 O Nanny, when thou''rt far away, Wilt thou not cast a wish behind? 11236 O Nanny, wilt thou go with me, Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town? 11236 Oh, Molly Bawn, why leave me pining, All lonely, waiting here for you? 11236 Oh, Molly Bawn, why leave me pining, All lonely, waiting here for you? 11236 Oh, Molly Bawn, why leave me pining, All lonely, waiting here for you? 11236 Oh, can that soft and gentle mien Extremes of hardship learn to bear, Nor sad regret each courtly scene, Where thou wert fairest of the fair? 11236 Oh, may her choice be fix''d on me? 11236 Old Simon the Cellarer keeps a large store Of Malmsey and Malvoisie, And Cyprus and who can say how many more? 11236 Or why do I live to say, Wae''s me? 11236 Say, can''st thou face the parching ray, Nor shrink before the wintry wind? 11236 Say, should disease or pain befall, Wilt thou assume the nurse''s care, Nor wistful those gay scenes recall, Where thou wert fairest of the fair? 11236 Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie dee? 11236 Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o''auld lang syne? 11236 Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min''? 11236 Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, If my sweet William sails among your crew?
11236	That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o''er land and sea, Say, wouldst thou hack it down?
11236	Then the lads and the lasses begin to tottle, But what would they do without this bottle?
11236	Then what do you say to these black pots three?
11236	Then what do you say to these flagons fine?
11236	Then what do you say to these glasses fine?
11236	Wha''ll buy caller herrin''?
11236	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
11236	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
11236	What made th''assembly shine?
11236	What made the ball so fine?
11236	What was''t I wish''d to see, What wish''d to hear?
11236	What when the play was o''er, What made my heart so sore?
11236	What''s this dull town to me?
11236	Where''s all the joy and mirth Made this town a heav''n on earth?
11236	_ Thomas Haynes Bayly._ O NANNY, WILT THOU GO WITH ME?
11236	_ Thomas Percy D.D._ D''YE KEN JOHN PEEL?
11236	but I''m no like to dee; And why do I live to say, Wae''s me?
11236	marry old Margery?
11236	marry old Margery?
11236	where shall I my true love find?
21723	Careful? 21723 Have you got any speakin''why the sentence ai n''t proper?
21723	His name?
21723	How do you think you feel?
21723	How long''s the round- up goin''to run? 21723 What''s that?
21723	_ A NEVADA COWPUNCHER TO HIS BELOVED LONESOME? 21723 ''Twas the wind a- sighing in the prairie grass, Who''s that a- calling? 21723 ( Do n''t he beat the devil''s wife for jiggin''in his boots?) 21723 And shall he ever thus sleep on-- Interred his valiant deeds? 21723 Another week, or maybe three? 21723 Ar''not dry? 21723 As we leaned across the bar- rail--How''s things up your way?"
21723	Bronc, mam?
21723	But as, with a squeak and flourish, The fiddles closed their tune"You''ll hold him as if he were made of glass?"
21723	Did I give him the hoss?
21723	Did she run''cause she''s only afraid?
21723	Did she run?
21723	Did the Greaser escape?
21723	Do n''t tell me of yer Romans, or yer bridge bein''held by three; True manhood''s the same in Texas as it was in Rome, d''ye see?
21723	Do n''t you hear the banjo laugh?
21723	Does half my heart lie buried there In Texas, down by the Rio Grande?
21723	Fine night-- Dance?
21723	For the tone I heard was softer far than these, that a- calling?
21723	Have n''t seen anything that would answer description?
21723	Hear the fiddles scream?
21723	It was no sigh of breeze or song of bird, Who''s that a- calling?
21723	Laugh?
21723	Like to get a breath of air lookin''at the stars?
21723	Nay, now I would write my name as the Upland Rider wrote; Write?
21723	No, no, it was n''t earthly sound I heard, Who''s that a- calling?
21723	O Fame, why sleeps thy favored son In wilds, in woods, in weeds?
21723	Proud o''her?
21723	Ride?
21723	THE herds are gathered in from plain and hill, Who''s that a- calling?
21723	The boys are sleeping and the boys are still, Who''s that a- calling?
21723	The desert cricket tunes his pipes When the half- grown moon shines dim; The sage thrush trills her evening song-- But what are they to him?
21723	The mother started and shivered, But trouble and want were near; She lifted the baby gently,"You''ll be very careful, dear?"
21723	The sheriff up and found his stride; Bill''s soul went shootin''down the slide,-- How are things on the Great Divide, O Whiskey Bill?
21723	Three weeks?
21723	Want to rest a minute?
21723	Warm, mam?
21723	Who''s that a- calling?
21723	Will she fear?
21723	Will she hate?
21723	Will she love?
21723	Will she pay me a kiss to be free?
21723	Will y''u care fo''yo''mothah, little boy?
21723	Will y''u think of yo''home when the world rolls wide?
21723	Will y''u wish for yo''mothah, little boy?
21723	Will you give me five hundred betwixt fur the boot?
21723	Worthington Green._ THE COWBOY''S VALENTINE SAY, Moll, now do n''t you''llow to quit A- playin''maverick?
21723	_ Anonymous._ A COWBOY''S SON WHAR y''u from, little stranger, little boy?
21723	_ Anonymous._ WHO''S THAT CALLING SO SWEET?
21723	are you the greatgrandchildren of the West?"
21723	· · · · · · · Was that thunder?
26679	''Cause_ Gilderoy_ had done amiss, Must he be punish''d then; What kind of Cruelty is this To hang such Handsom Men?
26679	( then said he) thou cruel Quean, Why hast thou me beguil''d?
26679	Ah stay, ah turn, ah whither wou''d you fly?
26679	And then what can we say?
26679	But now for_ Jemmy_ I must Mourn, He to the Wars must go; His Sheephook to a Sword must turn, Alack what shall I do?
26679	Dear gentle Youth is''t none but thee?
26679	Faith win Gold and wear it; Now who would not be such a Bride?
26679	Fly the Fair- Sex, if Bliss you prize, The Snake''s beneath the Flow''r: Whoever gaz''d on Beauties Eyes, That tasted Quiet more?
26679	Her delicate Body he clasp''d in his Arms, He kiss''d her, he press''d her, heap''d charms upon charms; He cry''d shall I now?
26679	Here_ Thomas Cecil_ lies, who''s that?
26679	JOCKEY''S_ Escape from_ DUNDEE;_ and the Parsons Daughter whom he had Mow''d._[ Music] Where gott''st thou the_ Haver- mill bonack_?
26679	O dear, where am I?
26679	O then cry''d out the Scullion Boy, As loud as loud might be; O save her Life, good Master- Cook, And make your Pies of me?
26679	Old_ Obadiah_ sings_ Ave- Maria_, Sing Lulla- by- Baby with a Dildo; The old Woman and her Cat sat by the Fire, Now this is my Love d''y''like her ho?
26679	Or live so high there''s none a- nigh That can with you compare?
26679	Prithee, prithee why so mute; Will, when speaking well ca n''t win her, Saying nothing, nothing do''t?
26679	Prithee, prithee, Prithee why so pale: Will, when looking well ca n''t move her, Looking Ill, looking ill prevail?
26679	Sir_ Thomas Bacchus_, what of him?
26679	Then_ Jockey_ tuke_ Jenny_ by the Nease, Saying my dear Lovey canst thou loof me?
26679	This Fair Maid being ripe of Wit, She strait Reply''d again; There were two Butts more at the Door, Why did you not roul them in?
26679	Thy Scrip I know, hath Cheer good store, What then the Shepherd said?
26679	To another Chapel now we come, The People follow and chat; This is the Lady_ Cottington_, And the People cry, who''s that?
26679	To which he did Reply, Although I hired a Cellar of her, And the Possession was mine?
26679	What are Lovers?
26679	What are Lovers?
26679	What can the mighty meaning be?
26679	What is''t you do?
26679	What, at best, but slavish Things?
26679	What, at best, but slavish Things?
26679	What, at best, but slavish Things?
26679	Where am I got?
26679	Whither, whither wou''d you fly?
26679	Whither, whither, whither, whither, ah whither wou''d you fly?
26679	Why are all your Shepherds mad, And your Shepherdesses sad?
26679	Why shou''d my Sighs, why shou''d my Sighs, Why shou''d my Sighs and Fondness move you?
26679	Why should two Hearts in one Breast be, And yet not be together; Or Love, where is thy Sympathy, If thou our Hearts do sever?
26679	Why so dull and mute young Sinner?
26679	Would you lead a Life Divine?
26679	You soon might in Glory appear: In glittering Coach you may ride, With Lackeys to run by your side; For why should you spare it?
26679	[ Music] How now Sister_ Betteris_, why look you so sad?
26679	[ Music] Old_ Lewis le Grand_, He raves like a Fury, And calls for_ Mercury_; Quoth he, if I can, I''ll finish my Days; For why should I live?
26679	[ Music] Stay, ah stay, ah turn, ah whither wou''d you fly?
26679	[ Music] Tell me ye_ Sicilian_ Swains, Why this Mourning''s o''er your Plains; Where''s your usual Melody?
26679	[ Music] Wealth breeds Care, Love, Hope and Fear; What does Love our Business hear?
26679	[ Music] What Life can compare with the jolly Town Rakes, When in his full swing of all Pleasure he takes?
26679	[ Music] Where would coy_ Amyntas_ run, From a despairing Lover''s Story?
26679	[ Music] Why so pale and wan fond Lover?
26679	[ Music] Would you be a Man in Fashion?
26679	[ Music]_ Corinna_ if my Fate''s to love you,_ Corinna_ if my Fate''s to love you, Where''s the harm in saying so?
26679	_ Bett._ True Sister,_ Gillian_, I know it full well, But what will you say if such News I do tell?
26679	_ Corinna_ if my Fate''s to love you, Where''s the harm in saying so?
26679	_ Cælia_ how can you be Cruel and Fair?
26679	_ How came she here then?_ Will.
26679	_ That''s he for whom our Bells ring so often, is it not_ Mary?
26679	_ The_ DEAR JOY''S_ Lamentation._[ Music] Ho my dear Joy, now what dost thou think?
26679	_ Then be thou Mad_,& c. Has thy Mistress frown''d on thee, or thy Rival out- gone thee?
26679	can happy be, That does the Truth of all things see?
26679	foolish Lass, what mun I do?
26679	never ask more and I''ll give thee a Kiss; How never?
26679	said he,( and sigh''d when he spoke) Your cruel resolves will you never revoke?
26679	what a Quean was she?)
26679	what are Kings?
26679	what are Kings?
26679	what becomes of me?
26715	_ Had then the Faeries given a treat Under the lindens? 26715 __ That is a masterpiece, but so is this:--__"Nay, but you who do not love her, Is she not pure gold, my mistress?
26715	Acknowledge our friendship, our passion disown, Our follies( ah can you?)
26715	Ah wherefore should you so admire The flowing words that fill my song, Why call them artless, yet require"Some promise from that tuneful tongue?"
26715	Ah, who is this Spirit fine?
26715	Ah, who is this lady fine?
26715	Ah, who is this maid of thine?
26715	And shall not thus time''s eddying flight Still with our lives our loves restore In death''s despite, And day and night yield one delight once more?
26715	Close our hands were linkèd then; When will they be linked again?
26715	Do the voices and instruments pause and prepare?
26715	Drain we the cup.-- Friend, art afraid?
26715	Dream!--Who dreams Of the God that governs a thousand streams?
26715	Dreaming a dream to prize, Is wishing ghosts to rise; And, if I had the spell To call the buried well, Which one would I?
26715	Drink!--Who drinks To her who blusheth and never thinks?
26715	Has this been thus before?
26715	Hath she not dwelt too long''Midst pain, and grief, and wrong?
26715	Holds earth aught-- speak truth-- above her?
26715	How could the roseleaf love the rue, The day love nightfall and her dew, Though night may love the day?
26715	How many Summers, love, Have I been thine?
26715	How many days, thou dove, Hast thou been mine?
26715	How many smiles?--a score?
26715	How many times do I love again?
26715	How many times do I love thee, dear?
26715	I cried, in my passionate longing:--"Has the earth no Angel- friend Who will carry my love the message That my heart desires to send?"
26715	I stretch out my hands; who will clasp them?
26715	If there are ghosts to raise, What shall I call, Out of hell''s murky haze, Heaven''s blue pall?
26715	If there were dreams to sell, Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rung the bell, What would you buy?
26715	If there were dreams to sell, What would you buy?
26715	Is Gerty loth?
26715	Is Gerty loved?
26715	Is that thy lesson in the limes?
26715	It is not worth the keeping: let it go: But shall it?
26715	Lucilla asks, if that be all, Have I not culled as sweet before?
26715	My eyes were blinded, your words were few: Do you know the truth now up in heaven, Douglas, Douglas, tender and true?
26715	Now the tones become clearer,--you hear more and more How the water divided returns on the oar,-- Does the prow of the Gondola strike on the stair?
26715	Or, if she''s either, is she both?
26715	Perchance this pearl, without a speck, Once was as warm on Sappho''s neck; Where are the happy, twilight pearls That braided Beatrice''s curls?
26715	She lives, I think, On heavenly drink Dawn- dew, which Hebe pours for her; Else-- when I sip At her soft lip How smells it of ambrosia?
26715	She''s fancy free, but sweeter far Than many plighted maidens are: Will Gerty smile us all away, And still be Gerty?
26715	Sing!--Who sings To her who weareth a hundred rings?
26715	Sleep were no sweeter than her face to me, Sleep of cold sea- bloom under the cold sea; What pain could get between my face and hers?
26715	The Angel''s Whisper 141 What will you do, Love?
26715	Then what said I?--Gallant replies Seem flattery, and offend her:-- But,--meet no angels, Pansie?
26715	Then, why not die?
26715	There is such pleasure in thine eyes, Such music on thy tongue; There is such glory on thy face-- What can the meaning be?
26715	Those golden times by memory cherished?
26715	Thy music ends, and where are they?
26715	Unless, perhaps, white death had kissed me there, Kissing her hair?
26715	W. Procter_(_ Barry Cornwall_) 165 How many times do I love thee, dear?
26715	WHAT DO TEARS AVAIL?_ Peace!
26715	Was that thine echo, faint and far?
26715	What do Tears Avail?
26715	What is the meaning of the song That rings so clear and loud, Thou nightingale amid the copse-- Thou lark above the cloud?
26715	What is the meaning of thy thought, O maiden fair and young?
26715	What new sweet thing would love not relish worse?
26715	What says the song, thou joyous thrush, Up in the walnut- tree?
26715	What sound is that, so soft, so clear, Harmonious as a bubbled tear Bursting, we hear?
26715	What to me the starlight still, Or the moonbeams''splendour, If I do not feel the thrill Of thy fingers slender?
26715	What will kill this dull old fellow?
26715	What would I do?"
26715	Who can say?
26715	Who is the baby, that doth lie Beneath the silken canopy Of thy blue eye?
26715	Why did my heart not haste?
26715	Why did the summer not begin?
26715	Why looks the lover wroth?
26715	Why nurse the trembling dream until to- morrow?
26715	Why suffer again her doom of sorrow, And hopeless lie?
26715	Will they be as bright again?
26715	[ Decoration]_ SIXTEEN._ In Clementina''s artless mien Lucilla asks me what I see,-- And are the roses of sixteen Enough for me?
26715	[ Decoration]_ THE VIOLET AND THE ROSE._ The Violet invited my kiss,-- I kissed it and called it my bride;"Was ever one slighted like this?"
26715	[ Illustration] CONTENTS Where are the songs I used to know?
26715	_ WHAT WILL YOU DO, LOVE?_ I.
26715	belle dame, aimez- vous?"
26715	in all her whiteness?
26715	in rain and snow What will keep one''s heart aglow?
26715	in this night of June, Fair like thee and holy, Art thou gazing at the moon That is rising slowly?
26715	is it weed, or fish, or floating hair-- A tress of golden hair, A drownèd maiden''s hair Above the nets at sea?"
26715	meet no angels, Pansie?
26715	the friend upbraiding?
26715	was it your hydromel Under the lindens?
26715	what art Should win the immortal prize, Whose want must make life cold And Heaven a hollow dream?"
26715	what can tears avail?
26715	what can tears avail?
26715	what would you do?"
26715	while ye may: For who can tell that joy like this Will come another holiday?
26715	who that looked could chance but love?
26715	who that looked could help but love?
26715	who that looked could help but love?
26715	why Doth she fly from my pursuing?
26715	you can love, true girl, And is your love for me?"
2831	And e''en wae worth ye, Jock my man, I paid ye weel your hire; Why pu''ye out the ground- wa''stane, To me lets in the fire?
2831	And what a hauld sall we draw till, My merry men and me? 2831 And what''ll ye leave to your ain mother dear, Edward, Edward?
2831	As you ride far and near?
2831	But sickness at hame and want at the door-- You gied me your hand, while your heart it was sore; I saw it was sore,--why took I her hand? 2831 But what helps complaining?
2831	Hast thou any green cloth,said our king,"That thou wilt sell now to me?"
2831	Hast thou thy land again?
2831	How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? 2831 How should''st thou, fair lady, love me, Whom thou know''st thy country''s foe?
2831	I make mine avow to God,said Robin,"Monk, what told I thee?
2831	In what manner,said Rob- in,"Hast thou lore thy rich- esse?"
2831	In what offic- e?
2831	Is Jamie come here yet?
2831	Is there any room at your head, Willie? 2831 Is this my father Philip?
2831	Is this well told?
2831	Now, an thou lose thy land,said Robin,"What shall fall of thee?"
2831	O Bell my wife, why dost thou flout? 2831 O Bell, why dost thou flyte and scorn?
2831	O came ye here to hunt or hawk, As ye hae done before, O? 2831 O see ye nat, my merry men a''?
2831	O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the king o''me; To send us out this time o''the year, To sail upon the sea? 2831 O where will I get a gude sail- or To take my helm in hand, Till I get up to the tall topmast To see if I can spy land?"
2831	Raynold Greenleaf,said the sher- iff,"Where hast thou now be?"
2831	Say me, Reynold Greenleaf, Wilt thou dwell with me? 2831 Tell me whose men ye are,"he says,"or whose men that ye be; Who gave you leave to hunt in this Cheviot Chase in the spite of mine and of me?"
2831	Welc- ome, my lord,said his lady;"Sir, lost is all your good?"
2831	What art thou,he said,"thou fine fell- ow?
2831	What devilkyns draper,said Little Much,"Thinkest thou to be?"
2831	What is the summ- e?
2831	What shalt thou give him, Little John?
2831	What sudden chance is this,quoth he,"That I to love must subject be, Which never thereto would agree, But still did it defy?"
2831	What tiding- e, John?
2831	What will ye give more?
2831	When shall my day be,said the knight,"Sir, an your will be?"
2831	Where be thy friends?
2831	Where be you, fair Alice, my wife? 2831 Where is your abbey, whan ye are at home, And who is your avow- e?"
2831	Whither be ye away?
2831	Who is there now,said the porter,"That maketh all this knocking?"
2831	Who is your master?
2831	Who is your master?
2831	Why did you promise love to me, And not that promise keep? 2831 Why did you say my lip was sweet, And made the scarlet pale?
2831	Why does your brand sae drop wi''bluid, Edward, Edward? 2831 --And what''ll ye do wi''your towers and your ha'', Edward, Edward?
2831	--"And what''ll ye leave to your bairns and your wife, Edward, Edward?
2831	--"And whatten pen- ance will ye dree for that, Edward, Edward?
2831	--"Be ye those thieves,"then said our King,"That men have told of to me?
2831	--"How fareth my Justice?"
2831	--"To Drayton Basset wouldst thou go, Fro the place where thou dost stand?
2831	--"Wae worth, wae worth ye, Jock my man, I paid ye weel your fee: Why pu''ye out the ground- wa''stane, Lets in the reek to me?
2831	--"What be your names?"
2831	--"What boot wilt thou have?"
2831	--"What boot wilt thou have?"
2831	--"What craftsman art thou?"
2831	--"What, art thou a fool?"
2831	--"Whereat, then?"
2831	--"Who hath them slain?"
2831	And O, where may your dwelling be?"
2831	And my children three?
2831	And welcome be thou, gentle knight, Why hast thou be so long?"
2831	And what''ll ye do wi''your towers and your ha'', That were so fair to see, O?"
2831	And what''ll ye leave to your ain mother dear?
2831	And what''ll ye leave to your bairns and your wife, When ye gang over the sea, O?"
2831	And whatten pen- ance will ye dree for that?
2831	Anon then said good Rob- in, To that lad- ye free,"What man hath your lord i- take?"
2831	Believe the flattering tale?
2831	But what shall these bows do?"
2831	Erl William''s heart mair cauld is grown;( Hey, luve mine, quhan dawis the day?)
2831	For why?
2831	Hast thou any friends,"said Robin,"Thy borowes that will be?"
2831	Her father and mother observed her decay;"What ails ye, my bairn?"
2831	How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break?
2831	How man- y men,"said Rob- in,"Had this monk, John?"
2831	How much is in yonder other courser?"
2831	I pray you tell to me; You might thus make officers shent, Good sirs, of whence be ye?"
2831	In what country were thou born, And where is thy wonning wan?"
2831	John said,"What grieveth thee?
2831	Lo here we have the King- es seal; What, lourdain, art thou wood?"
2831	My heart it said na, and I looked for Jamie back, But hard blew the winds, and his ship was a wrack; His ship was a wrack-- why didna Jamie dee?
2831	Now tell me what art thou?"
2831	O see ye nat what I see?
2831	O, will ye gae wi''me and see?"
2831	Or any room at your feet?
2831	Or any room at your side, Willie, Wherein that I may creep?"
2831	Or is''t my brother John?
2831	Or is''t my true love Willie, From Scotland new come home?"
2831	Or why am I spared to cry,"Woe is me?"
2831	Peter, Paul, or John?
2831	Sa- y me now, wight young man, What is now thy name?
2831	The first word the abbot spake,"Hast th- ou brought m- y pay?"
2831	The king sits in Dumferling toune, Drinking the blude- reid wine:"O whare will I get a skeely skipper To sail this new ship of mine?"
2831	The usher said:"Yeomen, what would ye have?
2831	Then bespake him Robin Hood, To that knight so free,"What need driveth thee to green wood?
2831	What dost thou here,"said the abb- ot,"But thou hadst brought thy pay?"
2831	What is in your coffers?"
2831	What is thy name, fair maid?"
2831	What rescues could ye find?
2831	What tiding- es from Nottingham?
2831	Why did you swear my eyes were bright, Yet leave those eyes to weep?
2831	Why does your brand sae drop wi''bluid, And why sae sad gang ye, O?"
2831	Why say ye so?
2831	Why should ye nought?
2831	Will you hear a Spanish lady, How she wooed an Englishman?
2831	Wonning wan: where is thy, in what direction is thy home?
2831	must I stay?"
2831	said Rob- in,"Thereof will I right none; Weenest thou I will have God to borowe?
2831	said Robin,"And these arrows i- feathered free?"
2831	said the King,"And my Sheriff also?"
2831	what have ye done?
2831	what things are those?
2831	where was he?
2831	whither will ye go?
42585	How dar''st thou then with impious hand,This public property invade?
42585	Now draw thy rein, thou jolly Butcher; How far hast thou to ride?
42585	Oh, what is thy boon? 42585 Oh, what thee ails, thou drunken Butcher?"
42585	Say little_ David_, why the devil should_ Asses_ Find fault with_ dirty_ ways, and_ narrow_ passes? 42585 What likes, what likes,"cried the Pardoner then,"Why tellest thou that to me?
42585	What stirs the sodden headed knave To make his pastime here?
42585	Whom of your nobles will do so, For to maintain the commonalty? 42585 Why not a bright example give,"Why not espouse an honest cause,"Why not support those men who strive,"T''inforce our good and ancient laws?
42585	And is this the courtly warrior, Gallant, gay Sir Francis Leke?
42585	And now, my dear friends, what more need I say?
42585	And when_ Robin_ came in the sight of the Bower, where are my Yeomen?
42585	Ar''t''come eawt o''gettin''thi beer, Or havin''a bit ov a shave?
42585	Away with sorrow,& c. On THURSDAY there''ll be more than this-- And such enjoyment who would miss?
42585	Awm surproised, Dick, at thee bein''here; Heaw is it tha''rt noan i''thi grave?
42585	Bessye mett him with a merry cheare, And with these words she did him greete; How like you the killing of my brethren dear?
42585	But_ that''s_ noan thi business, aw deawt, For tha has n''t a hair o''thi yed; Hast a woife an''some childer abeawt?
42585	Can any within Old England''s bounds With this heathery land compare?
42585	Christian, shall I close my story?
42585	Christians, I have told my ditty, If you shudder not with fear, If your breasts can glow with pity, Can you now withhold a tear?
42585	Conscience, where are now thine arrows?
42585	Cried Peverel,"and thus dare to brave Him whom the king doth fear?
42585	Death and Grave, where are your terrors?
42585	Did other men''s sorrows make sad his heart?
42585	Does the murd''rer feel the smart?
42585	Dos''t''yer?
42585	Earth, why op''dst thou not thy womb?
42585	FOOTNOTES:[ 86]_ Sic._ query corrosive?
42585	Fal, lal,& c."What news?
42585	Had chance Voyagers beheld him, In a trance, who slumbering bore, By some heavenly impulse, guided Him unto his native shore?
42585	Hark ye well, my neighbours all, and pray now can you tell Which is the nearest way unto the Begger''s Well?
42585	He knocked boldly at the door, And when his father came, He said, sir, be you such a one?
42585	He, the same!--who shunning discord, Found a peace he did not seek?
42585	Heaw''s business below; is it slack?
42585	Hermit is he, or some Pilgrim, Entering boldly his own cell?
42585	High they lift the murd''rous weapon, Who can''bide her piercing shriek?
42585	High they lift the murd''rous weapon, Wretches, hear ye not her cries?
42585	High they lift the murd''rous weapon?
42585	How dare the wicked infidel Say that there is no God?
42585	How fareth my father, that noble lord, In all England that hath no peer?
42585	I prithee, good fellow, O where art thou now?
42585	Jesu Christ, who may men trust?
42585	Joy will beam in heart and face, To know that surely''tis the case, That their gay presence here will grace The Agricultural Meeting?
42585	Lightnings, tempests, did ye slumber?
42585	Lists he yet the stirring battle, Lists he victory''s rending shout?
42585	Now is it_ fair_, that you and I should be Depriv''d of our just_ Rights_, and_ Property_?
42585	O what is the matter?
42585	Or, say-- a glimpse of his own?
42585	Ritum raddledum,& c. Pally Sampson too was there, Wi''"Neighbour how do you do?"
42585	Rocks, why stood ye so unmoved?
42585	Said his Wife, as he sank down;"And what thee ails, thou drunken Butcher?"
42585	Said_ Robin Hood_, Lady fair, whether away, oh whither fair Lady away?
42585	Scap''d these hell- hounds instant doom?
42585	Shall we in these dread commotions, Neither need your arm nor mind, Where shall I behold defender, Where shall these a Father find?
42585	Sir William Stanley sat in the Holt Castle, And looked over his head so high; Which way standeth the wind, can any tell?
42585	Spare the legend for its beauty-- Carp not-- what is it to you If the letter is a fable?
42585	Tell me, Humphrey, I thee pray, How fareth King Richard his commenty?
42585	Tell me, Humphrey, I thee pray, How hast thou spedd in the West Countrey?
42585	Tell me, Humphrey, said the earle then, How fareth all that same countrey?
42585	That durst thus mate with me; And claim one half of the Prince''s deer, Despite of his sovereignty?
42585	That ye, when swiftly rattling wheels Proclaimed his Highness near; Trode almost on each other''s heels, To leave the House of Prayer?
42585	The Clerk then to his master said,"We''re left behind complete; What harm if we start off for Prince, And run the second heat?"
42585	The lord mused in that tide, Said, Humphrey Brereton, what mak''st thou here?
42585	The miller he caught the maid by the toe; What d''ye call this, my dearest?
42585	Well,_ Handford_, then said the good Squire What think you of my Bonny_ Dick_ Do''s think thou can make him to retire Or not for to Gallop so quick?
42585	What caused this strange disaster, say, What did the scene provoke?
42585	What news?
42585	What was it that made that kind- hearted man Sit pensively there alone?
42585	When little_ John_ came, to Gambols they went, both Gentlemen, Yeomen and Cloun; And what do you think?
42585	When tha''rn living up here wurt we d?
42585	When, singing blithe as he approached, A shepherd boy met John:"Pray tell to me,"the outlaw cried,"What ground I here am on?"
42585	Where am I-- with quick or dead?"
42585	Where are your Companions all?
42585	Who gave him Brome- field, that I now ment?
42585	Who gave him Chirk- land to his fee?
42585	Who is this in weeds unseemly, Half a man that seems, half beast, Who obtrudes himself unbidden On the merry marriage feast?
42585	Who made Him High Chamberlain of Cheshire?
42585	Who married you to the Margaret Richmond, A Dutchess of a high degree?
42585	Who shall be the messenger the same to bring, Both the gold and the writeing over the sea?
42585	Why do the Nymphs( believe) Of_ Nile_, it down Rocks drive; Unless it be for fear_ Trent''s_ glory should go near To overgo them?
42585	Why hath_ Orantus_ found A Channel under ground Where t''lye hid, but for shame When it hears_ Darwin''s_[3] name, Which Fame doth carry?
42585	Will you relieve yonder prince, That is exiled beyond the sea?
42585	With our shrewd exultant Victor, Bootless now were strife of steel; Looking on my bleeding country Can I for her cease to feel?
42585	With the Court you are a favourite-- Yet your King shall righted be: In his hour of deadly peril Can you from your monarch flee?
42585	Wo n''t there be a fine to do?
42585	_ Clorinda_ said, Tell me your Name gentle Sir?
42585	_ The Beggar''s Ramble._ Come hark you well, my masters, pray can you me tell Which is the nearest road unto the beggar''s wells?
42585	cried he, with faltering breath, What sounds are these which I hear?
42585	did they ever brook?
42585	did they ever dread it?
42585	he gasped,"what ill- omen is this?
42585	my trusty page, What is the news you have brought to me?"
42585	the fierce Norman cried,"Who hunts in my country?
42585	the foremost said,"You are got to work eftsoon, I pray do you hold of the crown in chief, Or follow the Lady Moon?
42585	where upon earth is another land So green, so fine, so fair?
41044	Am I rewarded thus,quoth he,"In giving all I have 90 Unto my children, and to beg For what I lately gave?
41044	And who walkes yonder, my good lady, So royallye on yonder greene?
41044	But art thou a woman, as thou dost declare, Whose valor hath proved so undaunted in warre? 41044 But sithe your Grace in forraine coastes, Among your foes unkind, 90 Must go to hazard life and limme, Why should I stay behind?
41044	But what sayst thou, O Francis Norton? 41044 But who is yond, thou lady faire, That looketh with sic an austerne face?"
41044	Canst thou show me,the lord did say,"As thou didst sail by day and night, A Scottish rover on the sea, 75 His name is Andrew Barton, knight?"
41044	How long shall fortune faile me nowe, And harrowe me with fear and dread? 41044 How many miles is itt, madà   me, 125 Betwixt yond English lords and mee?"
41044	In doing so, you glad my soul,The aged king reply''d;"But what say''st thou, my youngest girl?
41044	Is it so?
41044	King Henry, King Henry, will ye do this for me, To rip up my two sides, and save my babie?
41044	Now fye upon thee, coward Francis, 85 Thou never learnedst this of mee; When thou wert yong and tender of age, Why did I make soe much of thee?
41044	O cam ye frae the Highlands, man? 41044 O doctor, O doctor, will ye do this for me, To rip up my two sides, and save my babie?"
41044	O was ye near Mac Donnell''s men? 41044 O were ye ever a soldier?"
41044	O yield thee, yield thee, Percy,he said,"Or else I vow I''ll lay thee low;"Whom to shall I yield,"said Earl Percy,"Now that I see it maun be so?"
41044	O, billie, billie, bonny billie, Will ye go to the wood wi''me? 41044 Tell me who s men ye ar,"he says,"Or who s men that ye be: 60 Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays, In the spyt of me?"
41044	To whom must I yield,quoth Earl Percy,"Now that I see it must be so?"
41044	Was I not yesterdaye at the Newe Castell, That stonds so fayre on Tyne? 41044 What greater honour could ye wish In deeds of chivalry, Or brave victory than this, Where one has chac''d thrice three?
41044	What needeth this, Douglas?
41044	What news, what news, my trusty page, What news, what news, hast thou brought to me?
41044	What''s your boon?
41044	Where schall I byde the?
41044	Who have we here?
41044	Who have wee here?
41044	Why grieves my Rose, my sweetest Rose?
41044	Ye captaines couragious, of valour so bold, 65 Whom thinke you before you now you doe behold?
41044	& c._ When Johnie Cope to Dunbar came They spear''d at him,"Where''s a''your men?"
41044	''In what language?''
41044	(?)
41044	10 Saw ye Mac Donnell and his men, As they cam frae the Skye?"
41044	120"And who beth yonder, thou gay ladye, That walkes so proudly him beside?"
41044	140 If God to me such shame did bring, That yielded only to a king, How shall they scape that daily run To practise sin with every man?
41044	160"And wilt thou goe, thou noble lord?
41044	20 General Dalyell held to the hill, Asking at them what was their will; And who gave them this protestation, To rise in arms against the nation?
41044	20"Whare hae ye been?
41044	20***** Thus the great Montrose did say,"Can you direct the nearest way?
41044	25 And why did ye so?
41044	35 Alas, for woe,& c."Bishop,"quoth Browne,"what hast thou there?"
41044	35 How is thy love ally''d?"
41044	40"And wilt thou shew no more,"quoth he,"Than doth thy duty bind?
41044	40"What makes you be so sad, my lord, And in your mind so sorrowfullye?
41044	40_ Oh''on a ri, Oh''on a ri,_ Why should she lose King Shames, man?
41044	5 And wherefore did you sae?
41044	60"Now saye, English captaine, what woldest thou give To ransome thy selfe, which else must not live?
41044	Alas for woe, why should it be so?
41044	And he march''d up to Newcastle, And rode it round about;"O wha''s the lord of this castle, 15 Or wha''s the lady o''t?"
41044	And how hae ye sped?"
41044	Brave Forbà © s to his brother did say, 45"O brother, dinna ye see?
41044	But Huntly lap on his horse, Rade to the king:"Ye''re welcome hame, Huntly, And whare hae ye been?
41044	But they stirred neither top nor mast;[L13] Stoutly they past Sir Andrew by;"What English churles are yonder,"he sayd, 15"That can soe litle curtesye?
41044	Come, tell to me, John Hielandman, What might their numbers be?"
41044	Did ye their number see?
41044	For till he came there, what had he to fear; Or why should he repent- a?
41044	Hogan Dutch, 155?
41044	How long shall I in bale abide, In misery my life to lead?
41044	O cam ye a''the way?
41044	On Towie Mounth I mett a man, Weill grathed in his gear: 10 Quoth I,"Quhat neues?"
41044	Or are your drums a- beating yet?
41044	Or was you at the Sheriff- moor, And did the battle see, man?
41044	Pitlarichie, 319?
41044	Pray tell whilk of the parties won?
41044	Sir Andrewe cryed,"What may a man now thinke or say?
41044	The doctor was called for and set by her bedside, 5"What aileth thee, my ladie, thine eyes seem so red?"
41044	Vext was the king, and turning him, Said to the lords of high degree,"Have I ne''er a lord within my realm, Dare fetch that traytor unto me?"
41044	When they had other fifty sayld, 205 Other fifty mile upon the sea, Lord Percy called to Douglas himselfe, Sayd,"What wilt thou nowe doe with mee?"
41044	Ye Highlands, and ye Lawlands, O where have you been?
41044	_ W._ Now how diel, Tam, can this be true?
41044	_ W._ Pray came you here the fight to shun, Or keep the sheep with me, man?
41044	_ cudgel_?
41044	_ devoted themselves to death_?
41044	are ye waking yet?
41044	bedeen, 265,_ in numbers_,_ one after another_?
41044	bended, 182,_ bounded_?
41044	brace, 260, same as breeze,_ hurry_?
41044	door, 154?
41044	ewill, 229; qy, eve, or vigil?
41044	free, frie,_ noble_; 20, of metal,_ precious_(?)
41044	he sayth;"What needest thou to flyte with mee?
41044	how can that be?
41044	lilye, 23, lilly, 179,_ covered with lilies_?
41044	marke hym to the Trenità ©, 13,_ commit himself to God by making the sign of the cross_?
41044	marked, 14,_ fixed their eyes on_,_ took aim at_?
41044	oh''on a ri, Gaelic,_ oh, my heart!_ oh''rig in di, 155?
41044	rax,_ reach_,_ stretch_; 265,_ beat_?
41044	riggings, 154,_ backs_?
41044	rise on anchor, 206?
41044	rung,_ cudgel_; canon''s,_ figuratively_,_ for shot_?
41044	rynde, 13,_ flayed_?
41044	sayd the Dowglas,"Or where wylte thow come to me?"
41044	silver wand, 100?
41044	spurne,_ kick_; 42,_ retaliation_?
41044	tald, 227,_ tall_?
41044	tree, 226,_ spear- shaft_?
41044	vowed?
41044	wane, 36?
41044	weal, 41( of hands), to_ wring_?
41044	weale, 64, qy,_ well_?
41044	wede, 72,_ shorn_?
7535	And dinna ye see yon road, Thomas, That lies out- owr yon lilly lee? 7535 But do you see yon road, Thomas, That lies out- owr yon frosty fell?
7535	From whence came ye, young man?
7535	Got ye''t by sea, or got ye''t by land, Or got ye''t aff a drownd man''s hand?
7535	How should''st thou, fair lady, love me, Whom thou knowest thy country''s foe? 7535 I am a barker, Sir, by my trade; Nowe tell me what art thou?"
7535	Is this Young Bicham''s gates?
7535	Now speak nae mair, my lusty dame, Now speak nae mair of that to me; Did I neer see a fair woman, But I wad sin with her body?
7535	O had your tongue, ye lady fair, Lat a''your folly be; Mind ye not on your turtle- doo Last day ye brought wi thee?
7535	O hae you tane a bonny bride? 7535 O tell me mair, young man,"she said,"This does surprise me now; What country hae ye come frae?
7535	To Drayton Basset woldst thou goe, Fro the place where thou dost stand? 7535 What is the way that ye use to gae?
7535	What news? 7535 Am I rewarded thus, quoth he, In giving all I have Unto my children, and to beg For what I lately gave? 7535 An hae ye quite forgotten her That gae you life an liberty?
7535	An hae you quite forsaken me?
7535	And art thou dead, thou much- lov''d youth, And didst thou dye for mee?
7535	And ein wae worth ze, Jock my man, I paid ze weil zour hire; Quhy pu''ze out the ground- wa''stane, To me lets in the fire?
7535	And how nowe, kempe, said the Kyng of Spaine, And how what aileth thee?
7535	And how should I know your true love From many another one?
7535	And quhat a hauld sall we draw till, My mirry men and me?
7535	And quhat wul ze doe wi''zour towirs and zour ha'', Edward, Edward?
7535	And quhat wul ze doe wi''zour towirs and zour ha'', That were sae fair to see, O?
7535	And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir, Edward, Edward?
7535	And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir?
7535	And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife, Edward, Edward?
7535	And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife, Quhan ze gang ovir the sea, O?
7535	And quhatten penance will ze drie for that?
7535	And quhatten penance wul ze drie for that, Edward, Edward?
7535	And quhy sae sad gang zee, O?
7535	And what are the words that ye beg wi?"
7535	And what wold ye doe with my bryde soe gay, Iff I did sell her thee?
7535	And will he ne''er come again?
7535	And wilt thou shew no more, quoth he, Than doth thy duty bind?
7535	As they were drinking ale and wine Within kyng Estmeres halle: When will ye marry a wyfe, brothèr, A wyfe to glad us all?
7535	But many a trustye friend have I, And why shold I feel dole or care?
7535	But since your grace on forrayne coastes Amonge your foes unkinde Must goe to hazard life and limbe, Why should I staye behinde?
7535	But you may say"What is all this to me?
7535	Come you back to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay: Ca n''t you''ear their paddles chunkin''from Rangoon to Mandalay?
7535	Do you remember it?
7535	For how, they asked, could a whole people make a poem?
7535	For who can say by what strange way, Christ brings His will to light, Since the barren staff the pilgrim bore Bloomed in the great Pope''s sight?
7535	He never was the courteous knighte, To saye, faire maide, will ye ride?
7535	How else but through a broken heart May Lord Christ enter in?
7535	How else man may make straight his plan And cleanse his soul from Sin?
7535	How many even realize their_ existence_, except on occasions of national disaster, such as the Black Plague?
7535	I marvell what they bee?"
7535	In doing so, you glad my soul, The aged king reply''d; But what sayst thou, my youngest girl, How is thy love ally''d?
7535	In other words, how many history masters ever take the trouble to sketch in the great background, the life of the common people?
7535	In such a world, what could a man do but stare about him, with bright eyes, searching the horizon, while his heart beat fast in the rhythm of a song?
7535	Is that quite so artless, after all?
7535	John, by me thou settest noe store, And that I farley finde: How offt send I my men beffore And tarry my selfe behinde?
7535	King Henryes grace with royall cheere Welcomed the noble Howard home, And where, said he, is this rover stout, That I myselfe may give the doome?
7535	Must we have gold and land ev''ry day at command?
7535	My bird Willie, my boy Willie; My dear Willie, he sayd: How can ze strive against the stream?
7535	Now cheare up, sire abbot, did you never hear yet, That a fool he may learn a wise man witt?
7535	O see za nat quhat I see?
7535	O see ze nat, my mirry men a''?
7535	O whan the porter came up the stair, He''s fa''n low down upon his knee:"Won up, won up, ye proud porter, An what makes a''this courtesy?"
7535	Of purple or of pall?
7535	Oh telle me how does thy ladye gaye, And what may thy tydinges bee?
7535	One man or many?
7535	Or else he might be moved, and try To comfort or console: And what should Human Pity do Pent up in Murderer''s Hole?
7535	Or hath he took thy gaye gold ring From off thy finger small?
7535	Our joys as winged dreams doe flye, Why then should sorrow last?
7535	Quhair sail I get a bonny boy, That will win hose and shoen; That will gae to Lord Barnards ha'', And bid his lady cum?
7535	Quhy dois zour brand sae drop wi''bluid, Edward, Edward?
7535	Quhy dois zour brand sae drop wi''bluid?
7535	Ride softlye, shee sayd, O Childe Waters, Why doe you ryde soe fast?
7535	Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellen?
7535	Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellen?
7535	Shee, all the long day Child Waters rode, Ran barefoote by his side; Yett was he never soe courteous a knighte, To say, Ellen, will you ryde?
7535	Sir Andrewe cryed, What may a man now thinke, or say?
7535	Sith you have had your wille of mee, And put me to open shame, Now, if you are a courteous knighte, Tell me what is your name?
7535	Stand abacke, stand abacke, sayd Robin; Why draw you mee soe neere?
7535	The king lookt over his left shoulder, And an angrye look then looked hee:"Have I never a lorde in all my realme, Will feitch yond tray tor unto me?"
7535	Up and speaks the wylie parrot, So wylily and slee:"Where is the man now, May Collin, That gaed away wie thee?"
7535	V How were the early ballads born?
7535	Wae worth, wae worth ze, Jock my man, I paid ze weil zour fee; Quhy pu''ze out the ground- wa''stane, Lets in the reek to me?
7535	What English churles are yonder, he sayd, That can soe little curtesye?
7535	What boote wilt thou have?
7535	What boote wilt thou have?
7535	What hath he robbed thee of, sweet heart?
7535	What is thy name, faire maid?
7535	What news hae ye got to tell to me?"
7535	What pedigree are you?"
7535	What sudden chance is this, quoth he, That I to love must subject be, Which never thereto would agree, But still did it defie?
7535	What tydinges heare you, sayd the kynge, As you ryde farre and neare?
7535	What tydinges nowe, my boye?
7535	What wold ye doe with my harpe,''he sayd,''If I did sell itt yee?
7535	What word of grace in such a place Could help a brother''s soul?
7535	What, art thou a foole?
7535	Who can recall even a fragment of verse in praise of the long- deferred coming of Peace?
7535	Who can remember a solitary verse of thanksgiving, from any of our poets, in commemoration of any of the victories of the Great War?
7535	Who made them?
7535	Why grieve you, damselle faire, he sayd, And what doth cause you moane?
7535	Why grieves my Rose, my sweetest Rose?
7535	Why is ballad- making a lost art?
7535	Why should I go into raptures about such a song, which seems only to express a highly debatable approval of a certain method of education?"
7535	Will he ne''er come again?
7535	You remember the generalization about the eyes... how they used to look_ out_, but now look_ in_?
7535	[ Illustration] HYND HORN"Hynde Horn''s bound, love, and Hynde Horn''s free; Whare was ye born?
7535	[ Illustration] THE SPANISH LADY''S LOVE Will you hear a Spanish lady, How shed wooed an English man?
7535	gracelesse wretch, hast spent thine all, And brought thyselfe to penurie?
7535	must Joan my sweet bride Be a lady in chariots of pleasure to ride?
7535	or frae what cuntrie?"
7535	says she,"Or is that noble prince within?"
7535	she said;"That does surprise me sair; My door was bolted right secure, What way hae ye come here?"
7535	what had we done To have such a seneschal?
7535	what news, my puir auld man?
7535	what things are those?
7535	wot do they understand?
56625	''Madam, will you accept of a petticoat of red, With six golden flounces around it outspread?'' 56625 ''Madam, will you accept of the keys of my chest, To get at all my money, and to buy what you think best?''
56625	''Madam, will you accept of the keys of my heart, That we may join together, and never, never part?'' 56625 ''Madam, will you accept of this pretty golden ball, To walk all in the garden, or in my lady''s hall?''
56625	''What, is my love a sleeping? 56625 How old are you, my fair pretty maid?
56625	Now he''s in grave, I will be brave, The ladies shall adore me, I''ll court and kiss, what hurt''s in this? 56625 O where are you going my fair pretty maid?
56625	O where be your characters Ye maidens brisk and gay?
56625	Says Ormond, If I did go, with Berwick I stood, And for the Crown of England I ventured my blood, To the Boyne I advanced, to Tingney( Quesnoy?) 56625 ''Shall I be your lover, and will you agree, To forsake the old love, and forgather with me? 56625 ''Then,''said Arscott,''this must be the doing of none other than Dogget; where is he?'' 56625 ''Who knocketh at the window, who knocketh there so late?'' 56625 2 I said:''Good morning, pretty maid, How come you here so soon, say?'' 56625 2 In dewy grass and green we walk''d, She timid was and coy;How can''st thou choose but pity me, My pretty pearl, my joy?
56625	2 O where are you going, my fair pretty maid?
56625	2 Says little Tom Dicker, Pray what do you mean, By killing your Colly when she was so lean?
56625	2 So Roger he dressed himself up as a beau, He comb''d down his locks, and in collars of snow, He went to the farmer, and said,"How d''y do?
56625	2 To the Captain then upspake the little Cabin- boy, He said, What is my fee, if the galley I destroy?
56625	2"And when shall I see again my grey mare?"
56625	2"My fair pretty maid, why wander?"
56625	2"O have you seen a pretty ewe That hath a tender lamb, A strayed from the orchard glade That little one and dam?"
56625	2"O will you accept of the pretty silver pin, To pin your golden hair with the fine mus- e- lin?"
56625	2''O where are you going, my sweet pretty maid?''
56625	2''Why art thou walking abroad alone?
56625	3 A twelvemonth and a day being up, The ghost began to speak;"Why sit you here by my grave- side From dusk till dawning break?"
56625	3 Now when this letter reached the youth, It put him in a taking; Sure of each other''s love and truth, Why such a fuss be making?
56625	3 O what to me the wind and the weather?
56625	3 Said Jan,"Thou art a helpful lass, Wilt thou be mine for life?"
56625	3 Why follow the church path, why steal you this way?
56625	3"O will you accept of a pair of shoes of cork, The one is made in London, the other''s made in York?"
56625	3[''Bout twelve was the hour when we came alongside, With long speaking trumpet:''Whence came you?''
56625	3[9] Why wear you that kerchief tied over your head?
56625	4 How far, how far, cried Henry Martyn, How far are you going?
56625	4 The farmer came to us, and thus did he say,"What have you been doing lads, all the long day?
56625	4"O will you accept of the keys of Canterbury, That all the bells of England may ring, and make us merry?"
56625	4"Oh silly maid,"young Johnny said,"Alone why did you seek?"
56625	4[26] O why love, O why, should I banished be from thee?
56625	5 The willow with branches that weep, The thorn and the cypress tree, O why were the seeds of such dolorous weeds, Thus scattered there by thee?
56625	5"But supposing a highway- man stopped you?
56625	5"O where be your spencers?
56625	5"O will you accept of a kiss from loving heart; That we may join together and never more may part?"
56625	5"What is it that you want of me, And will not let me sleep?
56625	5[19] Now the first she did behold, O it was a sailor bold,"Have you seen my simple ploughboy?"
56625	And must I go, and leave you so-- While thund''ring billows roar?
56625	And when I reached the Eastern shore, I let my head hang down, I tripped over Baganells(?)
56625	Dad on the deep, What will he think?
56625	Do n''t you hear the fond song The sweet notes of the Nightingale flow?
56625	Do n''t you hear the fond tale, Of the sweet nightingale, As she sings in the valleys below?
56625	For the rascals are many, men say, And take all the money from off you As you ride on the king''s highway?"
56625	He gives what he calls"The White Paternoster":--"White Paternoster, Saint Peter''s brother, What hast i''th''one hand?
56625	He''d scarce said''How do?''
56625	How comes it that thou stroll''st this way?
56625	How old are you, my honey?
56625	I said,"So early, tell me now?"
56625	I stand at thy door, pretty love, full of care, O why should I languish so long in despair?
56625	If I to thee my mill shall give, Tell me what toll thou''lt take to live?"
56625	If I to thee my mill shall make Tell me what toll, to live, thou''lt take?"
56625	If I to thee my mill shall make, Tell me what toll to live thou''lt take?"
56625	It begins--"Oh, what have I ate, and what have I ate?
56625	It runs thus--"I am Ormond the brave, did you ever hear of me?
56625	O what to me the wind and the rain?
56625	O where are you going my lambie?
56625	O whither so swift through the dew drops?
56625	O why look your parents so slightingly on me?
56625	O why should I die?
56625	O why should I see my own chosen no more?
56625	Oft have I sued in vain And now I''m come again, Wilt thou be mine, or Yes or No?
56625	Quha calls there, so like a strangere?
56625	Sing fol- de- rol,& c. 7"How far do you make it?"
56625	Such folly speak no more: How can''st thou love a roving man, Thou ne''er hast seen before?
56625	Sweet maiden, tell me true, Before bright Phoebus''glittering ray Has supped the morning dew?"
56625	Then the fiend in female form asked:"How far is it from heaven to earth?"
56625	This begins--"Quho( who) is at my windo, who, who?
56625	What ails my pretty mistress?
56625	What hast i''th''t''other hand?
56625	What is your Eight, O?
56625	What is your Five, O?
56625	What is your Four, O?
56625	What is your Nine, O?
56625	What is your One, O?
56625	What is your Seven, O?
56625	What is your Six, O?
56625	What is your Ten, O?
56625	What is your Three, O?
56625	What is your Two, O?
56625	What prize money have you earn''d?"
56625	What will you sing me?
56625	What will you sing me?
56625	Who will undertake Lincolnshire, Dorset, Hampshire, and other counties?
56625	Why halt in your journey, on threshold why stay?
56625	Why should we be dullards sad?
56625	Wilt thou be mine, or No?
56625	Wilt thou be mine, or No?
56625	Wilt thou be mine, or No?
56625	Wilt thou be mine, or Yes or No?
56625	Your mantles rich and fine?"
56625	[ Music] 1 A maiden sat a- weeping Down by the sea shore, What ails my pretty mistress?
56625	[ Music] 1 As Jan was hurrying down the glade, He met his sweetheart Kit;"O whither so fast?"
56625	[ Music] 1 I am Ormond the brave, did ye never hear of me?
56625	[ Music] 1"O will you accept of the mus- e- lin so blue, To wear all in the morning, and to dabble in the dew?"
56625	[ Music] 1_ He:_ Cicely sweet, the morn is fair, Wilt thou drive me to despair?
56625	[ Music] 2 Did you not promise me, That I your wife should be?
56625	ca n''t you very well see, That these are three highwaymen from justice hid by thee?"
56625	ca n''t you very well see, That these are three milking cows my mother sent to me?"
56625	ca n''t you very well see, That these are three milking maids, my mother sent to me?"
56625	ca n''t you very well see, That these are three milking pails, my mother sent to me?"
56625	ca n''t you very well see, That these are three pudding bags, my mother sent to me?"
56625	ca n''t you very well see, That these are three toasting forks, my mother sent to me?"
56625	or is my love awake?''
56625	p. 601--"Little Tom Dogget, what doest thou mean, To kill thy poor Colly now she''s so lean?
56625	said she,"O what do these three beavers here without the leave of me?"
56625	said she,"O what do these three horses here without the leave of me?"
56625	said she,"O what do these three pair of boots without the leave of me?"
56625	said she,"O what do these three swords hang here without the leave of me?"
56625	said she,"O why sleep here three gentlemen without the leave of me?"
56625	supposing some fellow should stop me?
56625	well over- taken, do''y say?"
56625	what can poor lovers do?
56625	what can poor maidens do?
56625	what can poor maidens do?
56625	what can poor maidens do?
56625	what can poor maidens do?
27129	I have e''en great mind of thee?
27129	My heart where have you laid? 27129 Our Lord which is the rat,""What shall we have to our supper?"
27129	Three beans in a pound of butter?
27129	Was Raleigh retired there,writes Mr. W. J. Linton(_ Rare Poems_, p. 257),"during some season of her displeasure?
27129	What is our life?
27129	What needeth all this travail and turmoiling?
27129	Who shall this marriage make?
27129	hammers?
27129	''Want ye ony music here?''
27129	''What though,''quoth he,''he madly did aspire And his great mind made him proud Fortune''s thrall?
27129	):--"Joan, quoth John, when will this be?
27129	1. Who made thee, Hob, forsake the plough And fall in love?
27129	158, are subscribed"W. S.":--"O when will Cupid show such art To strike two lovers with one dart?
27129	A king?
27129	Am I the worst of men?
27129	And what news have you got, sir?
27129	And wot you why?
27129	Ay me, can every rumour Thus start my lady''s humour?
27129	But I love and I love, and who thinks you?
27129	Can I abide this prancing?
27129	Can Love be rich, and yet I want?
27129	Can a creature, so excelling, Harbour scorn in beauty''s dwelling, All kind pity thence expelling?
27129	Can true love yield such delay, Converting joy to pain?
27129	Canst thou love and burn out day?
27129	Canst thou love and lie alone?
27129	Dare you haunt our hallow''d green?
27129	Do you not know how Love lost first his seeing?
27129	Fair, I confess there''s pleasure in your sight; Sweet, you have power, I grant, of all delight; But what is all to me if I have none?
27129	Fie then, why sit we musing, Youth''s sweet delight refusing?
27129	Fire that must flame is with apt fuel fed, Flowers that will thrive in sunny soil are bred: How can a heart feel heat that no hope finds?
27129	For who a sleeping lion dares provoke?
27129	For why?
27129	Had I her fast betwixt mine arms, Judge you that think such sports were harms; Were''t any harm?
27129	Have I found her?
27129	How shall I then describe my Love?
27129	I asked you leave, you bade me love; is''t now a time to chide me?
27129	I can not come every day to woo?"
27129	I that loved and you that liked shall we begin to wrangle?
27129	If I go abroad and late come in,--"Sir knave,"saith she,"Where have you been?"
27129	If Love be just, then just is my desire; And if unjust, why is he call''d a God?
27129	If all things life present, Why die my comforts then?
27129	If my cares served her alone, Why is she thus untimely gone?
27129	Is Love a boy,--what means he then to strike?
27129	Is Love my judge, and yet am I condemned?
27129	Is he a God,--why doth he men deride?
27129	Is he a man,--why doth he hurt his like?
27129	Is this fair excusing?
27129	Is this fair excusing?
27129	Is this fair excusing?
27129	Is this fair excusing?
27129	Kind in unkindness, when will you relent And cease with faint love true love to torment?
27129	Lost is our freedom When we submit to women so: Why do we need''em When, in their best, they work our woe?
27129	No I have no means of trying: If I should, yet at first sight She would answer with denying: What remains but only dying?
27129	No, my sight is lost with eying: Shall I speak and beg relief?
27129	No, my voice is hoarse with crying: What remains but only dying?
27129	Now every tree renews his summer''s green, Why is your heart in winter''s garments clad?
27129	Now what is love, I pray thee feign?
27129	Now what is love, I pray thee say?
27129	Now what is love, I pray thee show?
27129	Now what is love, I pray thee tell?
27129	O fools, can you not see a traffic nearer In my sweet lady''s face, where Nature showeth Whatever treasure eye sees or heart knoweth?
27129	O say, alas, what moves thee To grieve him so that loves thee?
27129	O say, dear life, when shall these twin- born berries, So lovely- ripe, by my rude lips be tasted?
27129	O sweet, alas, what say you?
27129	O then why Should she fly From him to whom her sight Doth add so much above her might?
27129	O, Mistress, in thy sanctuary Why wouldst thou suffer cold disdain To use his frozen cruelty, And gentle pity to be slain?
27129	O, did ever voice so sweet but only feign?
27129	O, tell me, restless soul, what uncouth jar Doth cause in store such want, in peace such war?
27129	O, why is the good of man with evil mixt?
27129	On a time the amorous Silvy Said to her shepherd,''Sweet, how do you?
27129	Or can he love on whom no comfort shines?
27129	Or is he blind,--why will he be a guide?
27129	Or vex her with unkindness?
27129	Puddy came to the mouse''s wonne,''Mistress mouse, are you within?''
27129	Robert Greene has a somewhat similar description of Love("What thing is Love?
27129	Say, Joan, quoth John, what wilt thou do?
27129	Shall I abide this jesting?
27129	Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee When the evening beams are set?
27129	Shall I laugh at her denying?
27129	Shall I look to ease my grief?
27129	Shall I not excluded be, Will you find no feignèd let?
27129	Shall I not pluck( sweet, say not_ nay_) those cherries?
27129	Shall I tempt her with delight?
27129	Shall I then with patient mind Still attend her wayward pleasure?
27129	Shall I try her thoughts and write?
27129	Shall I turn her from her flying?
27129	Shall I woo her in despight?
27129	Shall a frown or angry eye, Shall a word unfitly placèd, Shall a shadow make me flie As if I were with tigers chasèd?
27129	Shall we go dance the round, the round, Shall we go dance the round?
27129	She whom then I lookèd on, My remembrance beautifying, Stays with me though I am gone, Gone and at her mercy lying: What remains but only dying?
27129	Sleep is a reconciling, A rest that peace begets; Doth not the sun rise smiling When fair at ev''n he sets?
27129	Sweet, stay awhile; why will you rise?
27129	Tell me when wilt thou marry me, My corn and eke my calf and rents, My lands and all my tenements?
27129	The love of change hath changed the world throughout, And what is counted good but that is strange?
27129	The one of them said to his make[18]-- Where shall we our breakfast take?
27129	The young nymphs all are wedded: Ah, then why do I tarry?
27129	Then came out the dusty mouse:"I am Lady of this house: Hast thou any mind of me?"
27129	Then, sweet, let us embrace and kiss: Shall beauty shale[16] upon the ground?
27129	There is a look of him about this song, not unlike the lines to Cynthia; and what mistress but Majesty should appoint his place of retirement?
27129	Think you to escape me now With slipp''ry words beguiling?
27129	Think''st thou to seduce me then with words that have no meaning?
27129	Think''st thou, Kate, to put me down With a''No''or with a frown?
27129	This is my choice: for why?
27129	Thus saith my Galatea: Love long hath been deluded, When shall it be concluded?
27129	Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast?
27129	Wha is''t that sits next the wa'', But Lady Mouse, baith jimp and sma''?
27129	What dost thou serve?
27129	What hast thou left wherewith to move my mind, What life to quicken dead desire?
27129	What heart can not a modest beauty move?
27129	What is her name who bears thy heart Within her breast?
27129	What is our life?
27129	What is''t that sits next the bride, But the sola puddy wi''his yellow side?
27129	What search hath found a being, where I am not, if that thou be there?
27129	What shall I do?
27129	What then is love, sings Corydon, Since Phyllida is grown so coy?
27129	What?
27129	When did I err in blindness?
27129	When he came to the merry mill- pin,--"Lady Mouse, been you within?"
27129	When, when is''t, brother?
27129	Wherefore did she thus inflame My desires heat my blood, Instantly to quench the same And starve whom she had given food?
27129	Whither so fast?
27129	Who be they?
27129	Who can tell what thief or foe, In the covert of the night, For his prey will work my woe, Or through wicked foul despite?
27129	Who seeing clear day once will dream of night?
27129	Who would have thought of such a change?
27129	Why are you Ladies staying, And your Lords gone a- maying?
27129	Why have ye cast it forth as nothing worth, Without a tomb or grave?
27129	Why should not she Still joy to reign in me?
27129	Why suffers my content?
27129	Yet what is love, I pray thee say?
27129	You woods, in whom dear lovers oft have talked, How do you now a place of mourning prove?
27129	_ Gillian._ For me?
27129	a play of passion: Our mirth?
27129	dancing, brother Abram, dancing?
27129	happy he, who not affecting( Wilbye) Have I found her?
27129	if you can tell, Where doth Human Pity dwell?
27129	my dear, why weep ye?
27129	then why sleep ye?
27129	thus''reave me Of my heart and so leave me?
27129	where, brother, where?
27129	which way they list?
27129	who comes here with bag- piping and drumming?
27129	why do you sleep When lovers wanton sports do keep?
27129	{ deinos Erôs, deinos; ti de to pleon, ên palin eipô, kai palin, oimôzôn pollaki, deinos Erôs?}
45241	A French lord maun I we d, father? 45241 And is she the King o''Scotland''s fair dochter?
45241	And wha''s blood is this,he says,"That lies in my ha''?"
45241	And what will you leave to your sister Ann?
45241	And where''s the bairns o''this house, That ca''me Lamkin?
45241	And where''s the women o''this house, That ca''me Lamkin?
45241	Are ye my father, the king?
45241	Are you awake, sweet William?
45241	Be ye those thieves,then said our king,"That men have told of to me?
45241	But I am waking, sweet,he said,"Lady, what is your will?"
45241	But how shall I thee ken, Tam Lin? 45241 But if you are a carls daughter, As I take you to be, How did you get the gay clothing, In green wood ye had on thee?"
45241	But if you be a carl''s daughter, As I believe you be, How did you learn the good Latin, In green wood ye spoke to me?
45241	But, gentle boy, come tell to me, What is the custom of thy country?
45241	Fair might you fall, lady,quoth he,"Who taught you now to speak?
45241	Hath any one done to thee wrong, Any of thy fellows here? 45241 Have ye brought me any scarlets sae red, Or any silks sae fine; Or have ye brought me any precious things, That merchants have for sale?"
45241	How can I live, how shall I live? 45241 How can I loup, you little page, How can I leave this window high?
45241	How fares my justice,said the king,"And my sheriff also?"
45241	How will I come up? 45241 If she be sick, and like to dead, Why wears she the ribbon sae red?
45241	If she be sick, and like to die, Then why wears she the gold on high?
45241	Is not thy hawk upon a perch? 45241 May be I am a carl''s daughter, And may be never nane; When ye met me in the good green wood, Why did you not let me alane?
45241	May be I am a carl''s daughter, And may be never nane; When ye met me in the green wood, Why did you not let me alane?
45241	My dwelling''s down at yon bonnie bower, O will ye go with me and see?
45241	Now speak nae mair, my lusty dame, Now speak nae mair of that to me: Did I ne''er see a fair woman, But I wad sin with her body?
45241	O has he robbed you of your gold, Or has he robbed you of your fee?
45241	O is your saddle set awry? 45241 O rede, O rede, mither,"he says,"A gude rede gie to me: O sail I tak the nut- brown bride, And let fair Annet be?"
45241	O sall I kill her, nourice? 45241 O tell me, tell me, Tam Lin,"she says,"For''s sake that died on tree, If e''er ye was in holy chapel, Or Christendom did see?"
45241	O wha is this has done this deed, This ill deed done to me; To send me out this time o''the year, To sail upon the sea? 45241 O wha will guide your horse, Janet?
45241	O wha''s blood is this,he says,"That lies in the châmer?"
45241	O what will you leave to your father dear?
45241	O where hae ye ridden this lee lang day, And where hae ye stolen this lady away?
45241	O where were ye, my milk- white steed, That I hae coft sae dear, That wadna watch and waken me, When there was maiden here?
45241	O where''s a''the men o''this house, That ca''me Lamkin?
45241	O where''s the lady o''this house, That ca''s me Lamkin?
45241	O where''s the lady of this ha''?
45241	Ride softly,she said,"Child Waters Why do you ride so fast?
45241	Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellen? 45241 Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellen?
45241	Stand aback, stand aback,said Robin,"Why draw you me so near?
45241	Tell me whose men ye are,he says,"Or whose men that ye be: Who gave you leave to hunt in this Cheviot chase, In the spite of mine and me?"
45241	There need nae basin, Lamkin; Let it run through the floor; What better is the heart''s blood O''the rich than o''the poor?
45241	To whom must I yield,quoth Earl Percy,"Now that I see it must be so?"
45241	Well may you sit and see, Lady, Well may you sit and say; Did you not see a bloody squire Come riding by this way?
45241	What aileth thee now, dear Johnstone? 45241 What be your names?"
45241	What colour were his hawks?
45241	What did you wi''the gay gold ring I bade you keep abune a''thing?
45241	What is your will, my own we d lord? 45241 What three things are these, sweet William,"she says,"That stands here at your feet?"
45241	What three things are these, sweet William,she says,"That stands here at your head?"
45241	What will ye leave to your brother John''s wife?
45241	What will ye leave to your brother John?
45241	What will ye leave to your sister Grace?
45241	What will you leave to your mother dear?
45241	Where be you, fair Alice, my wife, And my children three? 45241 Whereat?"
45241	Who hath them slain?
45241	Who holp to this?
45241	Who is there now,said the porter,"That maketh all this knocking?
45241	Why pu''ye the rose, Janet, Amang the groves sae green, And a''to kill the bonny babe, That we gat us between?
45241	Will you please to sit down, cousin Robin,she said,"And drink some beer with me?"
45241	Will you wear the short clothes, Or will you wear the side; Or will you walk to your wedding, Or will you till it ride?
45241	You move me much, fair dame,quoth he;"Your suit I fain would shun; But what would you perform and do, To have the matter done?"
45241	(_ myllan_, steel,_ sprent_, spurted,_ hight,_ promise,_ wune_, crowd(?))
45241	(_ swarved_, sawed(?).)
45241	(_ tear_, injury(?).
45241	(_ weal,_ wring(?).
45241	-- The carline she was stark and sture, She aff the hinges dang the dure;"O is your bairn to laird or loon, Or is it to your father''s groom?"
45241	--"What did ye wi''the tokens rare, That ye gat frae that gallant there?"
45241	--"Why pu''s thou the rose, Janet?
45241	A French lord maun I we d?
45241	Alas, what have ye done?
45241	All this long day Child Waters rode, She ran barefoot by his side, Yet he was never so courteous a knight, To say,"Ellen, will you ride?"
45241	And aye she sat in her mothers bower door, And aye she made her mane,"O whether should I gang to the Broomfield hill, Or should I stay at hame?
45241	And he has till his brother gane:"Now, brother, rede ye me; A'', sail I marry the nut- brown bride, And let fair Annet be?"
45241	And he has till his sister gane:"Now sister, redè ye me; O sail I marry the nut- brown bride, And set fair Annet free?"
45241	And he march''d up to Newcastle, And rode it round about;"O wha''s the lord of this castle, Or wha''s the lady o''t?"
45241	And he''s awa''to his true love''s bower, He''s tirled at the pin:"Where hae ye been, my dear Johnstone, Sae late a coming in?"
45241	And what will ye do wi''your towers and your ha'', Edward, Edward?
45241	And what will ye do wi''your towers and your ha'', That were sae fair to see oh?
45241	And what will ye leave to your ain mither dear, Edward, Edward?
45241	And what will ye leave to your bairns and your wife, Edward, Edward?
45241	And what will ye leave to your bairns and your wife, When ye gang over the sea oh?
45241	And whatten penance will ye dree for that, Edward, Edward?
45241	And whatten penance will ye dree for that?
45241	And wherefore did you sae?
45241	And why breaks thou the wand?
45241	But deep into the wan water There stands a great big stone; He turned his wight horse head about, Said,"Lady fair, will ye loup on?"
45241	But he''s awa''to his sister''s bower, He''s tirled at the pin:"Where hae ye been, my dear brither, Sae late a coming in?"
45241	But they stirred neither top nor mast*; But Sir Andrew they passed by;"What English are yonder,"said Sir Andrew,"That can so little courtesy?
45241	But when they came to Choler- ford, There they met with an auld man; Says--"Honest man, will the water ride?
45241	Do you not see the blazing low, And my twa legs burnt to my knee?"
45241	Hast thou not got my father''s gold, But and my mither''s fee?"
45241	He lifted up the coverlet, He lifted up the sheet;"How now, how now, thou little Musgrave, Doest thou find my lady sweet?"
45241	He says,"sees thou yonder water, Ellen, That flows from bank to brim?"
45241	How can I come to thee?
45241	How can I come up?
45241	I pray you tell me; You might thus make officers shent: Good sirs, of whence be ye?"
45241	If I had need, as God forbid, What rescue could ye find?
45241	Janet''s awa''to her father, As fast as she could hie;"O what''s your will wi''me, father?
45241	Jock answers thus, wi''dolefu''tone--"Aft, aft I wake-- I seldom sleep: But wha''s this kens my name sae weel, And thus to hear my waes does seek?"
45241	John, by me thou sets no store, And that''s a farley thing:''How oft send I my men before, And tarry myself behind?
45241	Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves off the tree?
45241	Now soon they reach Newcastle jail, And to the pris ner thus they call;"Sleeps thou, wakes thou, Jock o''the side, Or is thou wearied o''thy thrall?"
45241	O ben then cam now Sweet Willie, Saying,"Bride, will ye dance wi''me?"
45241	O ben then cam the auld French lord, Saying,"Bride, will ye dance with me?"
45241	O gentle death, when wilt thou come?
45241	O she has ta''en her thro''the ha, And on her son began to ca;"What did ye wi''the bonny beads I bade you keep against your needs?
45241	O wha will guide him best?"
45241	O what''s your will wi''me?"
45241	O wherefore should I busk my head?
45241	Oh, tell me where thy dwelling be?"
45241	Or are ye my true love, sweet William, From England newly come?"
45241	Or are you mourning, in your tide, That you should be Cospatrick''s bride?"
45241	Or are you returned back again To know more of my love?"
45241	Or be you not within?
45241	Or how my true love knaw, Amang so many unco knights, The like I never saw?"
45241	Or is any of thy good friends dead, Which makes thee shed such tears?
45241	Or rides your steed for you ower high?
45241	Or sall I lat her be?"
45241	Or wherefore should I kame my hair?
45241	Or why comes thou to Carterhaugh, Withouten my command?"
45241	Out then spake a wily lord, Unto the queen said he:"O tell me wh''s the fairest face Rides in the company?"
45241	Says"whether have you left with me Your bracelet or your glove?
45241	Says,"Sleep you, wake you, fair Sir Gyles?
45241	She''s taen the fifteen lord[s] by the hand, Saying,"Will ye come dance with me?"
45241	The Bonny Earl of Murray Ye Highlands, and ye Lawlands, O where have you been?
45241	The king lookt over his left shoulder, Amongst his lords and barons so free;"Have I never lord in all my realm, Will fetch yond traitor unto me?"
45241	The one of them said to his mate,"Where shall we our breakfast take?"
45241	The usher said,"Yeomen, what would ye have?
45241	Then out it spak the lady, As she stood on the stair,"What ails my bairn, nourice, That he''s greeting sae sair?
45241	Then up and bespake the Lord Mangerton,"What news, what news, sister Downie, to me?"
45241	Thy steed eats oats and hay, And thou a fair lady in thine arms,-- And wouldst thou be away?"
45241	Up she starts, as white as the milk, Between him and his company:"What is the thing I hae to ask, If I should win the victory?"
45241	What aileth thee at me?
45241	What is your will with me?"
45241	What though the window''s dreigh and high?
45241	Whither will ye go?
45241	Why does your brand sae drap wi''blood And why sae sad gang ye oh?
45241	Why say ye so?
45241	Why should ye nought?
45241	With that beheard his dear master As[ he] in his garden sat: Says,"Ever alack, my little page, What causes thee to weep?
45241	YOUNG WATERS|About Yule?
45241	Young Johnstone, do not you see The red, red drops o''my bonny heart''s blood Rin trinkling down my knee?
45241	[ Illustration: 00189] THE BRAVE EARL BRAND[ Illustration: 0190]|O did you ever hear o''brave Earl Bran?
45241	[ Illustration: 0102] Up than spak the nut- brown bride, She spak wi''mickle spite;"And where gat ye that rose- water, That does mak ye sae white?"
45241	[ Illustration: 0108]"O Lady Marjorie, Lady Marjorie, For faith and charitie, Will ye give to me my faith and troth, That I gave once to thee?"
45241	[ Illustration: 0125] EDWARD, EDWARD|Why does your brand sae drap wi''blood Edward, Edward?
45241	[ Illustration: 0295]"What is that boon,"quoth Robin Hood,"Little John, thou begs of me?"
45241	_ you d_, went(?))
45241	lordeyne, art thou wode?"
45241	said Sir Andrew Barton,"What should a man either think or say?
45241	she said,"Or, sweet William, are you asleep?
45241	she says,"Or are ye my brither John?
45241	she says,"What colour were his hounds?
27401	look forth from the flowers to the sea; For the foam- flowers endure when the rose- blossoms wither, And men that love lightly may die-- but we?
27401	A slave to sons of thee, Thou, seeming, yet art free; But who shall make the sea Serve even in seeming?
27401	Ah, but, forgetting all things, shall I thee?
27401	Alas, Love, what is this thou wouldst with me?
27401	Alphonso king of Aragon, The gracious lord, duke of Bourbon, And Arthur, duke of old Britaine?
27401	And Charles the Seventh, that worthy one?
27401	And Death spake, saying: What ails thee in such wise, Being god, to shut thy sight up from the skies?
27401	And hear we not thy words of molten gold Singing?
27401	And the armèd wind that smote him seemed to say, How shall the dew live when the dawn is fled, Or wherefore should the Mayflower outlast May?
27401	And thou, as white, what word hast thou to bring?
27401	And were one to the end-- but what end who knows?
27401	Are the fruits grey like dust or bright like blood?
27401	Are there flowers At all, or any fruit?
27401	Because she loves him shall my lord love her Who is as a worm in my lord''s kingly way?
27401	Behold, Dawn skims the sea with flying feet of gold, With sudden feet that graze the gradual sea; Couldst thou not watch with me?
27401	Born in what spring and on what city''s tomb, By whose hand wast thou reached, and plucked for whom?
27401	By what so lovely way Could love send word to say He lives and is not dead?
27401	C. S.] BALLAD OF THE LORDS OF OLD TIME( AFTER THE FORMER ARGUMENT) What more?
27401	CHILD''S SONG What is gold worth, say, Worth for work or play, Worth to keep or pay, Hide or throw away, Hope about or fear?
27401	CHORIAMBICS Love, what ailed thee to leave life that was made lovely, we thought, with love?
27401	Couldst thou not wait till age had wound, they say, Round those wreathed brows his soft white blossoms?
27401	Couldst thou not watch one hour, though I watch three?
27401	Couldst thou not watch with me?
27401	Couldst thou not watch with me?
27401	Couldst thou not watch with me?
27401	Couldst thou not watch with me?
27401	Couldst thou not watch with me?
27401	Couldst thou not watch with me?
27401	Cur vatem neque te Musa parens, te neque Gratiæ, Nec servare sibi te potuit fidum animi Venus?
27401	Does a thought in thee still as a thorn''s wound smart?
27401	Does the fang still fret thee of hope deferred?
27401	Easy with blows to mar and maim her, Easy with bonds to bind and bruise; What profit, if she yield her tamer The limbs to mar, the soul to lose?
27401	Fain would grief speak, fain utter for love''s sake Some word; but comfort who might bid thee take?
27401	Heart handfast in heart as they stood,"Look thither,"Did he whisper?
27401	I make yet one more question; Where''s Lancelot, king of far Bohain?
27401	II The sense to the flower of the fly, The sense of the bird to the tree, The sense to the cloud of the light, Who can tell me?
27401	II What, not one hour?
27401	II Where has the greenwood hid thy gracious head?
27401	III The song of the fields to the kye, The song of the lime to the bee, The song of the depth to the height, Who knows all three?
27401	If a step should sound or a word be spoken, Would a ghost not rise at the strange guest''s hand?
27401	If love be strong as death, By what so natural breath As thine could this be said?
27401	If my heart hearken, whereof wilt thou sing?
27401	If thou canst see not, hast thou ears to hear?
27401	Is it for hate thou hast to find me fair, Or for desire to kiss, if it might be, My very mouth of song, and kill me there?
27401	Is it not well where soul from body slips And flesh from bone divides without a pang As dew from flower- bell drips?
27401	Is the song yet cast out of man?
27401	Is the sun yet cast out of heaven?
27401	Lov''st thou death?
27401	MEMORIAL VERSES ON THE DEATH OF THÉOPHILE GAUTIER Death, what hast thou to do with me?
27401	Nay then, sleep if thou wilt; love is content; what should he do to weep?
27401	Nay, Why shouldst thou vex thy soul with this harsh air, Thy bright- winged soul, once free to take its way?
27401	No soul she hath, we see, to outlive her; Hath she for that no lips to kiss?
27401	O Love, O great god Love, what have I done, That thou shouldst hunger so after my death?
27401	O gardener of strange flowers, what bud, what bloom, Hast thou found sown, what gathered in the gloom?
27401	O woman''s body found so tender, Smooth, sweet, so precious in men''s eyes, Must thou too bear such count to render?
27401	Or is thy soul too as a leaf that dies?
27401	Or they loved their life through, and then went whither?
27401	Quelle flamme au fond de ta clarté molle Éclate et rougit, nouvelle auréole, Ton doux front voilé?
27401	Quelle étoile, ouvrant ses ailes, s''envole Du ciel étoilé?
27401	Seest thou light in his eyes, light by which love''s pales and is overshone?
27401	Shall he that feeds his heart full of the day Care to give mine eyes light, or my lips breath?
27401	Shall he the sun hath looked on look on me, That live down here in shade, out of the sun, Here living in the sorrow and shadow of death?
27401	Shall not thy vision vex me alive and dead, Thy moving vision without form or breath?
27401	Shall the dead take thought for the dead to love them?
27401	Shall these hours run down and say No good thing of thee and me?
27401	Should Love disown or disesteem you For loving one man more or less?
27401	TRIADS I I The word of the sun to the sky, The word of the wind to the sea, The word of the moon to the night, What may it be?
27401	The life, the spirit, and the work were one That here-- ah, who shall say, that here are done?
27401	The lord of the eastern mountain- chain, And the good late duke of Alençon?
27401	The night is full, the tide Storms inland, the most ancient rocks divide; Yet some endure, and bow nor head nor knee; Couldst thou not watch with me?
27401	The old days are full of dead old loves of ours, Born as a rose, and briefer born than she; Couldst thou not watch with me?
27401	Though thou be blind as fire or as the sea, Why should thy waves and storms make war on me?
27401	VICTOR HUGO IN 1877"Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?"
27401	VII Hast thou found any likeness for thy vision?
27401	VII O what and where is The rose now, fairies, So shrill the air is, So wild the sky?
27401	Was it no ease to think The chalice from whose brink Fate gave me death to drink Was thine-- my mother''s?
27401	What ails us gazing where all seen is hollow?
27401	What ails us with thee, who art wind and air?
27401	What bids the lids of thy sleep dispart?
27401	What help is ours to take or give?
27401	What help?
27401	What honour shall thou have to quench my breath, Or what shall my heart broken profit thee?
27401	What is love worth, pray?
27401	What love was ever as deep as a grave?
27401	What made sleep flutter his wings and part?
27401	What music is this that the world of the dead men hears?
27401	What of despair, of rapture, of derision, What of life is there, what of ill or good?
27401	What oldworld son of thine, Made drunk with death as wine, Hath drunk the bright sea''s brine With lips of laughter?
27401	What plough shall bid it bear Seed to the sun and the air, Fruit for thy strong sons''fare, Fresh wine''s foam streaming?
27401	What sleep enchants thee?
27401	What strange faces of dreams, voices that called, hands that were raised to wave, Lured or led thee, alas, out of the sun, down to the sunless grave?
27401	What sweet visions of sleep lured thee away, down from the light above?
27401	When Saturn packed my wallet up for me I well believe he put these ills therein.-- Fool, wilt thou make thy servant lord of thee?
27401	When thy salt lips wellnigh Sucked in my mouth''s last sigh, Grudged I so much to die This death as others?
27401	Where is Guesclin, the good Breton?
27401	Where is the third Calixt, Last of that name now dead and gone, Who held four years the Papalist?
27401	Where''s he whose grandson called him son?
27401	Who now saith to thee, moon?
27401	Who snares and tames with fear and danger A bright beast of a fiery kin, Only to mar, only to change her Sleek supple soul and splendid skin?
27401	Why let fall from thy hand love''s that were thine, roses that loved thee so?
27401	Why would it sleep not?
27401	Wilt thou not be as now about my bed There underground as here before the sun?
27401	With me it is not, is it with thee well?
27401	Worth a tear?
27401	XII Hath not the sunset strewn across the sea A way majestical enough for thee?
27401	XII If no fruit is Of thy beauties, Tell me yet, since none may win them, What and wherefore Love should care for Of all good things hidden in them?
27401	XIII O strong sea- sailor, Whose cheek turns paler For wind or hail or For fear of thee?
27401	XIII What of the night?
27401	Your poor old friend, what, will you leave him there?
27401	_ Les Fleurs du Mal._ I Shall I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel, Brother, on this that was the veil of thee?
27401	and that good king of Spain, Whose name I can not think upon?
27401	for star by star the night Falls, and her thousands world by world take flight; They die, and day survives, and what of thee?
27401	hath it spread No covering splendid as the sun- god''s hair To veil or to reveal thy lordlier head?
27401	is his face fairer than love''s, brighter to look upon?
27401	or is their light and heat acold Whereat men warmed their spirits?
27401	or who saith, rose?
27401	what delight deceives?
27401	who?
27401	why should it start, When never a leaf of the rose- tree stirred?
43825	Alas, good sir,she said,"Are you so strictly ty''d, 70 You may not with your dearest friend One hour or two abide?
43825	But many a trustye friend have I, And why shold I feel dole or care? 43825 But there''s na water in the house, And what shall we do than?"
43825	But what''s the little coin,she said, 35"Wald buy my castle bound?
43825	Dost think for all my speech, That I would let thee go? 43825 How far are you going this way?"
43825	How many of the small fishes, 65 Do swim the salt seas round? 43825 I pray,"quoth the king,"what creatures are those?"
43825	If you are wearied so soon, Why did ye tryst me here?
43825	In what place,sayd our king,"may be bought like to this?"
43825	Is this the friendship, that You did to me protest? 43825 My father''s rich; why then Should I want store of gold?"
43825	Nay, first,quoth Richard,"good- fellowe, tell me true, Hast thou noe creepers within thy gay hose?
43825	Now what is the flower, the ae first flower, Springs either on moor or dale? 43825 O I am gaun to court a wife, And think na ye that''s weel dune, dune, And think na ye that''s weel dune?"
43825	O hey, how mony small pennies Make thrice three thousand pound? 43825 O sae fa''you, ye courteous knight; What are your wills wi''me?
43825	O whare are ye gaun?
43825	O what dost thee want of me?
43825	O what is longer than the way? 43825 O what need I be sorrie, madame, O what need I be sorrie, madame?
43825	O what shall I do this wild boar for to see?
43825	O, what dost thee mean, fair lady?
43825	Or what is greener than the grass? 43825 Or what is louder than a horn?
43825	Since it is so, where shall we go A match for thee to find, That art so fair and beautiful, That none can suit thy mind?
43825	Tushe, Sir John,quoth his wife,"why should you frett or frowne?
43825	What ails ye at the pudding bree 35 That boils into the pan?
43825	What art thou,hee sayde,"thou fine fellòwe?
43825	What boote wilt thou have?
43825	What craftsman art thou?
43825	What doth this mean,George Wharton said,"To strike in such unmanly sort?
43825	What is that upon your back?
43825	What is the fairest flower, tell me, That grows in muir or dale? 43825 What is the work that ye intend, Or how can we agree?
43825	What''s greener than the greenest grass? 43825 What''s that ye''ve got on your arm?"
43825	What''s the matter wi''you, my fair maiden, You luk so pale and wan? 43825 What, art thou a foole?"
43825	Where shall I rin, where shall I gang, 45 Or where shall I gang hide me? 43825 Whom has he robb''d?
43825	Why should you not?
43825	Why, what dost thou think of me,quoth our king merrily,"Passing thy judgment upon me so briefe?"
43825	Yes, I have lands and woods, father, Castels and touirs three; But what if she like my lands and rents Far more than she loves me? 43825 [ L56]"What tydinges heare you,"sayd the kynge,"As you ryde farre and neare?"
43825	''The poor children three,''& c., can not surely mean the three sisters of Francis Bosville, who would have been coheiresses, had he made no will?
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43825	120 And having concluded, the young squire he Said,"From whence do you come, pray now tell me?"
43825	140"What ails my heart''s delight, My Sarah dear?"
43825	140"What boote wilt thou have?"
43825	180"Here is a man arraign''d and cast, And brought to suffer death at last, Because your daughter dear he slew; Which if he did, what''s that to you?
43825	20"Now whether is this a rich man''s house, Or whether is it a poor?"
43825	20"O winna ye pity me, fair maid, O winna ye pity me?
43825	20"What will you wager, Wise William?
43825	20"Where will I get a little wee boy, That is baith true and steady, That will run on to bonny Gight, And bring to me my lady?"
43825	25"I- wis,"quoth the miller,"this is an odd jest: What should we doe there?
43825	40 Or hey, how mony small fishes Swim a''the salt sea round?"
43825	40"What news, what news, my little boy?
43825	40"Who calleth there,"quoth Judith then,"With such shrill sounding notes?"
43825	5"Whar are ye gaun, O Kempy Kaye, Whar are ye gaun sa sune?"
43825	50 Can ye plow, reap, and sow the corn, And a''for meat and fee?"
43825	60 The cook said,"My lady promis''d that thou[L61] Shouldest be a scullion to wait on me now:[L62] What say''st thou, girl, art thou willing to bide?"
43825	60"Now cheare up, sire abbot, did you never hear yet, That a fool he may learne a wise man witt?
43825	60"O had ye a stranger here last night, Who drank till the day was dawing?
43825	60"Say, have you got no armour on?
43825	60"Ye ha''e asked many questions, lady, I''ve you as many told;""But, how many pennies round Make a hundred pounds in gold?
43825	70 Or what''s the crime that he has done, His foes they are sae mony?"
43825	70"Art thou not lowsy nor scabby?"
43825	75 What sweeter meat than honey?"
43825	80 The sport being done, this young squire did say,"Young lady, where do you live, tell me, I pray?"
43825	80"O will you we d,"her mother said,"A man you do not know, For to break your parents''heart, With shame but and with woe?"
43825	90 What''s war nor an ill woman''s wish?
43825	90"Why art thou angry?"
43825	An hundred kisses then, For my farewel she gave; Crying,"Sweet Barnwell, when shall I Again thy company have?
43825	And how xuld ony dowe ben withoute bon?
43825	And what is the bird, the bonnie bonnie bird, Sings on the evening gale?"
43825	And what''s the little boat,"she said,"Can sail the world all round?"
43825	Art thou no run- away, prythee, youth, tell?
43825	Borrowit with Chrystis angell cleir, Hend men, will ye nocht herk?
43825	George Wharton cry''d,"Art thou a living man, tell me?
43825	Have you no under robe of steel?
43825	Have you not heard how the Trojan horse Held seventy men in his belly?
43825	He led his dochter by the han'', His dochter ben brought he; 30"O is she not the fairest lass That''s in great Christendye?"
43825	He went streight to the greave''s chamber, 45 And with humilitie, Said,"Have ye any kind of work For a hireman chiel like me?"
43825	He''s gane to the landlady o''the house, Says,"O can you supply me?
43825	Her father said,"Kind sir, I have 5 Two daughters: which do you crave?"
43825	Her father said,"Why do you so?"
43825	His landlord it made him to stare, 65 When he did the sight behold;"Where did thou get the white money, And where get the yellow gold?"
43825	His mother ran down for to call the old knight, Who ran up to see this amazing great sight; 170 He said,"Is this Catskin we hold so in scorn?
43825	How xuld I love myn lemman without longyng?
43825	How xuld any brere ben withoute rynde?
43825	How xuld ony cherye be withoute ston?
43825	I marvell what they bee?"
43825	Is this the great affection, which 35 You so to me exprest?
43825	Must we have gold and land ev''ry day at command?
43825	O up then started our gudeman, An angry man was he;"Will ye kiss my wife before my een, And scald me wi''pudding bree?"
43825	O winna ye pity a courteous knight, Whose love is laid on thee?"
43825	Or art thou not troubled with the scabbado?"
43825	Or has he killed ony?
43825	Or what is sharper than a thorn?
43825	Or what is worse than a woman was?"
43825	Or what''s the finest thing,"she says,"That king or queen can wale?
43825	Or, what''s the seemliest sight you''ll see Into a May morning?"
43825	Pirie''s chair, 282?
43825	Quo''the fause knicht,& c. 10"Atweel it is my peit,"Quo''the wee boy,& c."Wha''s aucht they sheep?"
43825	Quo''the fause knicht,& c."They are mine and my mither''s,"15 Quo''the wee boy,& c."How monie o''them are mine?"
43825	Quoth David,"Who knocks there so loud, And maketh all this strife?"
43825	Quoth he,"Quhair is my horsis corne?
43825	Quoth he,"Shall I have my money again, Which from me thou hast before- hand ta''en?"
43825	Quoth our king gentlye,"How should I forget thee?
43825	Sae loudlie as they rappit at the yett, Sae loudlie as they war calling;"Had ye a young man here yestreen, 35 That drank till the day was dawing?"
43825	She knocks again with might and main, And Lot he chides her straight:"Why then,"quoth she,"thou drunken ass, 35 Who bid thee here to prate?
43825	The ball being ended, the''squire said then,"Pray where do you live?"
43825	The court repliéd,"Is it so?
43825	The pawky auld carle came o''er the lee, Wi''many goode''ens and days to me, Saying,"Goodwife, for your courtesie,"Will you lodge a silly poor man?"
43825	The sense?
43825	Then Adam came unto the gate:"Who knocketh there?"
43825	Then did bespeak his parents dear,"Have we not many maidens here, Of country and acquaintance near, For thee to love and like?"
43825	Then down came Jacob at the gate, 25 And bids her pack to hell:"Thou false deceiver, why?"
43825	Then were they all full glad of this; To tell the thing they did not miss;"What stronger beast than a lion is?
43825	Up then spak the Erle o''Home''s lady;"Was na ye richt sorrie, Annie, To leave the lands o''bonnie Cumbernauld, 35 And follow Richie Storie, Annie?"
43825	What bird sings first?
43825	What has he stole?
43825	What hicher than the trees?
43825	What''s deeper than the seas?
43825	Which caus''d her to startle, and thus she did say; 165"What young lady''s this, son, tell me I pray?"
43825	With that she knit her brows, And looking all aquoy, Quoth she,"What should I have to do 15 With any prentice boy?
43825	Wou''d ye compare wi''Geordie?"
43825	Yit he gat the mekle pat upon the fyre, 85 And gat twa cannes, and ran to the spout; Er he came in, quhat thought ye of that?
43825	[ L25] 25 Or what is deeper than the sea?
43825	[ L50] 50 Likewise, which is the sweetest bird Sings next the nightingale?
43825	[ Then] said the noble knight in green,"May not your articles be seen?"
43825	and whareupon The dew doth first down fa''?
43825	ane, 148?
43825	berry, 285, corrupt?
43825	brode- hen, 105,_ brood- hen_,_ sitting- hen_?
43825	corrupt?
43825	courtnalls, a disrespectful(?)
43825	do you know mee?"
43825	firm, 199,_ first_?
43825	fitted, 195,_ disposed_?
43825	flatred,_ flattened_,_ broken_?
43825	gracelesse wretch, hast spent thine all, And brought thyselfe to penurie?
43825	kynde,_ nature_,_ habit_; comyn of kynde, 107,_ come of a good strain_?
43825	lauchty, 141,_ pale_,_ white_?
43825	must Joan my sweet bride Be a lady in chariots of pleasure to ride?
43825	other, 110,_ or_?
43825	prayse- folk, 114?
43825	quoth the fryer,"where shall I run?"
43825	root, 268, rout, i. e._ stretch_, or_ tramp_?
43825	rost, thu carpis of cold, 110,( proverb),_ thou speakest to no purpose_?
43825	round claith and small, 118?
43825	sayd the king; 65"I praye thee tell me trowe:""l am a barker, sir, by my trade; Nowe tell me what art thou?"
43825	sweté,_ sweaty?_ swippyng,_ striking fast_, as in threshing.
43825	to- claterde, 111,_ beaten in_( with noise)?
43825	to- flaterde, 111,_ broken to pieces?_ tokynyng, 107,_ token_,_ sign_.
43825	wha''s aucht,_ who is it owns?_ whang,_ slice_.
43825	what things are those?
43825	witted, 195,_ endowed with wit?_ wo, woo,_ sad_.
45244	A gentleman rider-- well, I''m an outsider, But if he''s a gent who the mischiefs a jock? 45244 And is the poor man dead?"
45244	And must they slay me, father dear, And my seven brothers tall?
45244	And what if the day of doubt and doom Shall save nor smite not me? 45244 And what shall they have to their marriage meat This day they twain are we d?"
45244	And what shall they have to their wedding wine This day they twain are we d?
45244	And will ye ride yon fell water, Or will ye bide for fear? 45244 And winna ye bide, sae saft ye ride, And winna ye speak wi''me?
45244	And winna ye watch the night wi''me, And winna ye wake the morn? 45244 But I that know nor lord nor life More sure than storm or spray, Whose breath is made of sport and strife, Whereon shall I find stay?"
45244	But if so foul a raid, father, Fell out so long agone, Why did they never build before A wall and tower of stone?
45244	But what have ye done with the bearing- bread, And what have ye made of the washing- wine? 45244 But whither,"she, starting, exclaims,"have you led me?
45244	Did ye ever see French Janet, That was so blithe and coy? 45244 Gin that''s the blast of Armour, laddie, I fear they''ll slay us all,""And will they slay my mother, then, That looks so bonny and small?"
45244	Ha''ye searched through every convent- close, And sought in every den? 45244 I am young Malespina''s bride; Has he come hither yet?"
45244	I passed and bowed before thy face, And once thine eyes met mine; Once I have kissed thy hand;-- Hast thou no sign? 45244 Is Malespina here?"
45244	Many a name I know, But never a name like this; O, where shall I find a skilly man Shall tell me what it is?
45244	Now who dare venture at this dark hour, Unbid to enter my maiden bower?
45244	O one, one request, my lord, one and no other, O this one request will you grant it to me? 45244 O what will ye give my son to eat, Red rose leaves will never make wine?"
45244	O what''s the blood of a sinful heart To bind the stones that fall? 45244 O whatten a prey wad they think to take"( Sweet fruits are sair to gather)"That they delve the dykes for a dead man''s sake?"
45244	O whatten a slayer is this,they said,( Sweet fruits are sair to gather)"That the straik of his hand should raise his dead?"
45244	O whatten a wreck wad they seek on land( Sweet fruits are sair to gather)"That they houk the turf to the seaward hand?"
45244	O who for Erin will strike a stroke? 45244 O why do they build the tower so strong Against the riverside?
45244	O, what have I done to my friend, O, what have I done to mysel'', That he should be cold and dead, And I in the danger of all? 45244 O, what shall I say to our father, In the place to which I fare?
45244	O, why should I dwell here With a weird upon my life, When the clansmen shout for battle And the war- swords clash in strife? 45244 Or what will ye get my son to wear, Red rose leaves will never make wine?"
45244	Or what will ye give me for my son, Red rose leaves will never make wine?
45244	Or what will ye give my son for land, Red rose leaves will never make wine?
45244	Or what will ye take to line his bed, Red rose leaves will never make wine?
45244	Red wine to fill your fountains full? 45244 Should youth and valour thus despair, And pour their vows to the empty air?"
45244	So ye chates me because I''m in grief; O, is that, by the Holy, the rason? 45244 Soldier, soldier come from the wars, Did aught take''arm to my true love?"
45244	Soldier, soldier come from the wars, Did you see no more o''my true love?
45244	Soldier, soldier come from the wars, Do you bring no sign from my true love?
45244	Soldier, soldier come from the wars, What did you see o''my true love?
45244	There''s a smirch o''pouther on your breast, Below the left lappel?
45244	There''s a thrid o''hair on your dress- coat breast, Aboon the heart a wee?
45244	What ails ye, bonny mower, You sit so mournfully?
45244	What pleasant scenes to see the while, My Bliss on Earth, mine own?
45244	What wondrous scenes therein to see, My Bliss on Earth, mine own?
45244	Who''ll go and fetch the basket?
45244	Will you seek with me the dim church aisle, O Mauria ni Milleôn?
45244	''Twas the Bridegroom sat at the table- head, And the lights burnt bright and clear--"Oh, who is that,"the Bridegroom said,"Whose weary feet I hear?"
45244	A keen sweet note from the spray''s rim springs--"What fires are these of thine?"
45244	A soft strange cry from the landward rings--"What ails the sea to shine?"
45244	All in white,--not ivory For young bloom past away,-- Blossom- white, rose- white, White of the May;''Twixt white dress and white neck, Who could say?
45244	All up?
45244	And didst thou visit him no more?
45244	And to all the kindly Camerons That have lived and died long- syne-- Is this the word you send them Fause- hearted brother mine?"
45244	And where does he tarry, The lord of the field?
45244	And why does silence fall, As one by one they turn to her, Upon them all?
45244	Are not his sandy deeps unstirred, And thrust against the shore?
45244	At the fifth hour all was dimness Alike to him and her; One low and passionate murmur Still moved the air; Is it the voice of angels,-- Or her prayer?
45244	At the first hour after midnight, As in the eider''s nest, The weary head sank soft into A heavenly rest; Is it a bed of roses,-- Or her breast?
45244	At the first hour after midnight, The Queen nor spoke nor stirred; At the second, by her bedside, No breath they heard; They said,"Is she living?"
45244	At the second hour the cold limbs Felt comfort unaware; Flickering, a golden glow Warmed all the air: Is it the hearth- flame lighted,-- Or her hair?
45244	But never an answer spake St Maur, Never a word but one:"Have you finished your devil''s work, mason, Or when will the deed be done?"
45244	But who is he who lingereth yet?
45244	By all thy hopes of weal and bliss, Has Sir Turlough given the fatal kiss?"
45244	CAPTAIN GOLD AND FRENCH JANET|The first letter our Captain wrote To the Lord of Mantua:"Did you ever see French Janet( He wrote) on any day?
45244	De Lacy and D''Alton, can ye reckon your slain?
45244	Do I know if mouse or song- bird feels?
45244	Does the dancing languish slower?
45244	Doth not a mighty ramp of sand Beleaguer all the bay, Mocking the strength of mortal hand To pierce or sweep away?
45244	Faintly the words were uttered, Low, betwixt moan and moan:"Here in the wilderness, Lost and alone, I die, and far away, Hast thou known?
45244	For thy dire woe, forlorn Padstow, What remedy may be?
45244	Has De Netterville fled?
45244	Hath Ocean, think ye then, not heard His dying child deplore?
45244	Have you no prayer to set us free?
45244	He turned; he felt his heart''s blood run; He sought his enemy:"And shall I leave my deeds undone, And die for such as thee?"
45244	He''s lain the hammer down at last Out of his bony hand..."Did ye never hear the spell, St Maur, Gars any tower to stand?"
45244	He''s set the child high in the air Upon his shoulder bone;"Shall I leave them all for Armour, Or shall I take but one?"
45244	Here''s nought but a tomb and a dark cypress tree; Is_ this_ the bright palace in which thou would''st we d me?"
45244	I axed if he was fit for to die, Without having duly repented?
45244	I saw him glare, and dangle in air,--for the empty hole he trod-- Helped by a_ pair of hands_ up there!--the InJin''s?
45244	Is it only the wind could whisper To the night?
45244	Is it only the wolves of the Northland Know where his bones lie white?
45244	Is she girt with babes that whine and whimper, That bright being who was always gay?
45244	May I eat dirt if thou hast hurt of me in deed or breath; What dam of lances brought thee forth to jest at the dawn with Death?"
45244	My Bliss on Earth,_ mo store!_* What woful deed is this you do, O youth whom I adore?
45244	Now name, name those sons of fame, Who''ll match them nearer and farther?
45244	O loud and lang they cried on him, And sair and sair they prayed:"Is the face of thy grace as the night''s face grim For those thy wrath has made?"
45244	O, what shall I say to our mother Who greets to see me there?
45244	O, you of the outland tongue, You of the painted face, This is the place of my death; Can you tell me the name of the place?"
45244	Oh, the soft flutes wail and sigh; In silver falling and calling, They seek reply; And the heart is sinking, sinking, Why, ah why?
45244	Oh, why is the Queen so pale to- night?
45244	One sudden, lifted glance-- but one, A tremor and a start, So gently was their greeting done That who would guess their heart?
45244	Only the swans could tell us, In southward flight?
45244	Or where have ye made your bearing- bed, To bear a son in the sides of Tyne?"
45244	Pale, pale sleeps Bronwen, pale she wakes;"What bird to my bower is flown?
45244	Red blood to wash your streets?
45244	Red gold to fill your moat?
45244	SOLDIER, SOLDIER[ Illustration: 9165]|Soldier, soldier come from the wars, Why do n''t you march with my true love?"
45244	Saved?
45244	She crossed the hill to the fishing- boats, And away she sailed so fine,"Is it far, my love, in the summer sun To the shores of fair Palestine?"
45244	Sobb''st beneath a carrier''s thong?
45244	Still hanging?
45244	Strain''st a coalman''s cart along?
45244	THE TOWER OF ST MAUR|Where''s my little son, Nourrice, And whither is he gone?
45244	THE WITCH- MOTHER|O where will ye gang to and where will ye sleep, Against the night begins?"
45244	The Bridegroom in his robe of white Sat at the table- head--"Oh, who is that who moans without?"
45244	The Bridegroom shaded his eyes and look''d, And his face was bright to see--"What dost thou here at the Lord''s Supper With thy body''s sins?"
45244	The Colonel''s son a pistol drew and held it muzzle- end,"Ye have taken the one from a foe,"said he;"will ye take the mate from a friend?"
45244	The shaded light of rubies Streams from every part Down the golden supper;-- Who is sick at heart?
45244	The third moon swelled towards the full When the third letter he wrote:"What will ye take for Janet?
45244	The upper spake to the lower,"Are ye, or do ye seem?"
45244	The wanderer wept As if his heart was breaking;"And where,_ avic machree_"* he said,"Is all the merry- making I found here twenty years ago?"
45244	The white heath and white harebell Let their chimes rise and fall, The delicate sheets of wood- sorrel Unfolded all, For a bed of bridal-- Or a pall?
45244	Then rose,"And am I mad?"
45244	Then the Roundhead General said, Fingering his sword:"Art thou coming to be we d Like a heathen lord?
45244	There''s one that''s neither stark nor wan, But never he looked so well;"Shall I gang to the devil, St Maur?"
45244	They sayde,"And why should this thing be?
45244	They sought to free their land from thrall of stranger,-- Was it treason?
45244	To receive from his Eva her virgin vow;"Why tarries the bride of my bosom now?"
45244	Was it earth''s or hell''s waste womb that bore Such births as should not be?
45244	What danger lowers by land or sea?
45244	What did Phil do?
45244	What form do they carry Aloft on his shield?
45244	What light is this on a sunless shore, What gleam on a starless sea?
45244	What refuge shall it win?
45244	What said the Invader, that pomp in sight?
45244	Whence comes that cold wind shivering Down the hall?
45244	Whence comes the licht That wimples on his face?"
45244	Where''s your chieftain, fierce Nangle?
45244	Where, old lass, have they earthed thee down?
45244	Who hurl yon planks where the waters roar?"
45244	Why should I ever leave this spot, But gaze until I die?"
45244	Why sing of red battle-- what dream dost thou dream?
45244	Why was I born to be abhorr''d of man and bird and beast?
45244	Will a swallow-- or a swift, or some bird-- Fly to her and say, I love her still?
45244	Winter is here, and has not brought The Traveller of renown; Why has he not come back again To court and town?
45244	With foreheads unruffled The conquerors come-- But why have they muffled The lance and the drum?
45244	With swelling heart I grasped his hand; The old man murmured,"Deary, Are you the silken- headed child That loved poor Caoch O''Leary?"
45244	[ Illustration: 0139]"What''s in your basket, Nancibel?"
45244	[ Illustration: 0267] THE MILKMAID[ Illustration: 0268]|O where are you going so early?
45244	[ Illustration: 0293] MY MAURIA NI MILLEà � N|Will you come where golden furze I mow, My Mauria ni Milleôn?"
45244	but he''d torn away the shrub; With lolling tongue, he clutched and swung-- to what?
45244	but-- a white man shrink, when a red had passed so neat?
45244	darling, darling mine, Was ever light of evening shed On loveliness like thine?
45244	he cries,"Or say, shall I gang to yoursel''?"
45244	mine?"
45244	quit your posts, ye cowards all?
45244	straight he saith;"Where is my wife, Elizabeth?"
45244	the wanderer cried,"Far, far be hell, black viper; Does anybody hereabouts Remember Caoch, the piper?"
45244	we were silent then: Shall we boast and brag to- day?
45244	what ails me, Nancibel?
45244	what deed is this you do?
45244	who shall help a houseless soul?
45244	why cometh a change o''er thy theme?
45244	why did the lady that little flower pass?
45244	ye riders from Ormond, will ye brag in your hall, How your lord was struck down with his mail''d knights and all?
45244	|O, who could lie a- snoring Or who carousing be While such a storm is roaring And raving o''er the sea?...
45244	|Shall I breathe it?
45243	''Are those her ribs through which the sun Did peer, as through a grate? 45243 ''Is it he?''
45243	And art thou dead, thou much- lov''d youth, And didst thou dye for mee? 45243 And fear''st thou, and fear''st thou?
45243	And is he gone, and is he gone?
45243	And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep, A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep? 45243 And will he never come again?
45243	And will your mother pity me, Who am a maiden most forlorn?
45243	By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp''st thou me? 45243 D ye mind when in that lonely bower We met at even tide, I kissed your young an''rosy lips, An''wooed you for my bride?
45243	Dunellie he has daughters five, An''some o''them are fair, Sae, how will I ken thy true love Amang sae mony there?
45243	From better habitations spurn''d, Reluctant dost thou rove? 45243 Good friend,"said I to the Nautilus,"Can this the right course be?
45243	Hae I left kith an''kin, Sir Knight, To turn about and rue? 45243 Hast thou seen the wounds?"
45243	His cheek was redder than the rose; The comeliest youth was he? 45243 His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?"
45243	I saw the blush break on your cheek, The tear stand in your e''e; Oh, could I ween, fair Lady Jane, That then ye lo''ed na me?
45243	Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay; Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheuch: Why cross the gloomy firth to- day?
45243	Little brother, whence come the three, Little brother?
45243	Look, look, do you know them who they are, Little brother?
45243	My gentle lad, what is''t you read-- Romance or fairy fable? 45243 My page, my page, what grieves thee so, That the tears run down thy face?"
45243	Nay now, of the dead what can you say, Little brother?
45243	Nay now, when looked you yet on blood, Little brother?
45243	Nay then, shall I slay a living man, Little brother?
45243	Now art thou a bachelor, Stranger?
45243	O what can ail thee, knight- at- arms, So haggard and so woe- begone? 45243 Or has thy good woman, if one thou hast, Ever here in Cornwall been?
45243	Our joys as winged dreams doe flye, Why then should sorrow last? 45243 Say, have they turned their horses round, Little brother?"
45243	Sleep you, sweet lady Christabel? 45243 Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign: And shall we never, never part, My life,--my all that''s mine?
45243	To turn the rein were sin and shame, To fight were wondrous peril,-- What would ye do now, Roland Cheyne, Were ye Glenallan''s Earl?
45243	What else he broke will he ever join, Little brother?
45243	What else he took will he give again, Little brother?
45243	What here should the mighty Baron seek, Little brother?
45243	What is good for a bootless bene?
45243	What''s sailing on a summer sea? 45243 Where is thy master, scornful page, That we may slay or bind him?"
45243	Will it be time to praise this cheek, Whan years an''tears ha''e blench''d it? 45243 Ye daur stan''twixt my hert an''my hate?"
45243	You drank of the Well, I warrant, betimes?
45243	( Said Christabel),"And who art thou?"
45243	-- Love master''d fear-- her brow she cross''d;"How, Richard, hast thou sped?
45243	--"But what if she mistook thy mind And followed thee to strife, Then kneeling did entreat thy love As Paynims ask for life?"
45243	--"Now who be ye would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?"
45243	An''a woman wi''quhilk a man micht sail Prood intil the port o''Death?
45243	And art thou saved, or art thou lost?"
45243	And drive we not free O er the terrible sea, I and thou?"
45243	And have you brought my tercel back?
45243	And hither is young Romilly come, And what may now forbid That he, perhaps for the hundredth time, Shall bound across The Strid?
45243	And is that Woman all her crew?
45243	And see''st thou, and hear''st thou?
45243	And shall we come again to land?"
45243	And what can ail the mastiff bitch?
45243	And wouldst thou wrong thy only child, Her child and thine?
45243	Are those her sails that glance in the sun, Like restless gossameres?
45243	Art slow to sail with me?
45243	Away went Gilpin-- who but he?
45243	But what is Gordons beauteous face, His shattered hopes and crosses, To them''mid Kirtle''s pleasant braes, Reclined on flowers and mosses?
45243	But what wad ye think?
45243	Can she the bodiless dead espy?
45243	Can this be she, The lady who knelt at the old oak tree?
45243	DAVIE GELLATLEY''S SONG|False love, and hast thou play''d me this In summer among the flowers?
45243	Dost know the course we hold?"
45243	Fair Ellen passed the bridge, And heard a gloomy voice cry,"Is it done?"
45243	For why?
45243	From the fiends, that plague thee thus!-- Why look''st thou so?"
45243	Hae I shar''d win''an''weet wi''thee, That I should leave thee noo?
45243	He sprang in glee,--for what cared he That the river was strong, and the rocks were steep?
45243	His rising cares the hermit spied, With answering care opprest: And"Whence, unhappy youth,"he cried,"The sorrows of thy breast?
45243	I never met His face before, but, at first view, I felt quite sure that God had set Himself to Satan; who would spend A minute''s mistrust on the end?
45243	I?
45243	Is Death that woman''s mate?''
45243	Is that a Death?
45243	Is the night chilly and dark?
45243	Is this mine own countree?
45243	Is this the hill?
45243	Is this your love so warm?
45243	JOCK OF HAZELDEAN|Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?
45243	Mistress Jean was makin''the elder- flower wine;"An''what brings the laird at sic a like time?"
45243	Now was not this a king''s dochter-- A lady that feared no skaith?
45243	Or grieve for friendship unreturn''d, Or unregarded love?
45243	Or is it some historic page, Of kings and crown unstable?"
45243	Or who comes here to chase the deer, Beloved of our Elfin Queen?
45243	Or who may dare on wold to wear The fairies''fatal green?
45243	Or will ye gae to the Liddel Bower, An''rest a while wi''me?"
45243	Or will ye walk the lea?
45243	Our elder boy has got the clear Great brow; tho''when his brother''s black Full eye shows scorn, it... Gismond here?
45243	Perhaps it is the owlet''s scritch: For what can ail the mastiff bitch?
45243	Quhat the Sathan wad ye be at?"
45243	Red grew the Douglas''dusky cheek, He turned his eye away, The gowden hilt fell to his hand;"What can the wee bird say?"
45243	SISTER HELEN[ Illustration: 0278]|Why did you melt your waxen man, Sister Helen?
45243	Said Christabel,"How earnest thou here?"
45243	Say quick,''quoth he,''I bid thee say-- What manner of man art thou?''
45243	Say, hast thou lied?"
45243	Seek''st thou that flower to deck thy horrid temples?
45243	Shall she, whose body I embraced A night long, queen it in the day?
45243	She liftit a pale an''a queenly face; Her een flashed, an''syne they swam:"An''what for no to the hevin?"
45243	She turnt her face frae the drivin''win--"Quhat''s that aheid?"
45243	Since I from Smaylhome tower have been, What did thy lady do?"
45243	So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e''er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
45243	Step out three steps, where Andrew stood-- Why blanch thy cheeks for fear?
45243	The calender, amazed to see His neighbour in such trim, Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, And thus accosted him:[ Illustration: 9045]"What news?
45243	The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end; But who can with Fate and quart- bumpers contend?
45243	The lovely lady, Christabel, Whom her father loves so well, What makes her in the wood so late, A furlong from the castle gate?
45243	WILLY AND HELEN[ Illustration: 9180]|Wharefore sou''d ye talk o''love, Unless it be to pain us?
45243	Well, at that moment, who should stalk Forth boldly-- to my face, indeed-- But Gauthier?
45243	Wharefore sou''d ye talk o''love Whan ye say the sea maun twain us?"
45243	What I answered?
45243	What ails thee now, thou Nautilus?
45243	What gars Caerlaverock yeomen ride Sae fast in belt an''steel?
45243	What gars the Jardine mount his steed, And scour owre muir and dale?
45243	What if her guardian spirit''twere?
45243	What if she knew her mother near?
45243	What is the ocean doing?''
45243	What news from the bold Buccleuch?"
45243	What news, what news, from Ancram fight?
45243	What says the body when they spring Some monstrous torture- engine''s whole Strength on it?
45243	What sees she there?
45243	What wilt thou exchange for it?''
45243	Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
45243	Who comes a wooing me?"
45243	Who saileth here so bold?"
45243	Why is thy cheek so wan and wild, Sir Leoline?
45243	Why seek they up by Liddel ford, An down by Tarras linn?
45243	Why stares she with unsettled eye?
45243	Why weep ye by the tide?
45243	Why when he cheered did they all sit dumb?
45243	Will he ne''er come again?
45243	Will it be time to talk o''love Whan cauld an''care ha''e quench''d it?"
45243	With new surprise,"What ails then my beloved child?"
45243	With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail?
45243	[ Illustration: 0066] THE LIDDEL BOWER|Oh, will ye walk the wood, lady?
45243	[ Illustration: 0106] The night is chill; the forest bare; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak?
45243	[ Illustration: 9188]|O what can ail thee, knight- at- arms, Alone and palely loitering?
45243	_ First Voice._"''But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind?''
45243	and are there two?
45243	art keeping sheep, From pouring wine- cups resting?"
45243	but I fear the heavy sound, Sister Helen; Is it in the sky or in the ground?"
45243	dost thou loiter here?
45243	he said,"Hoo daur ye afore me stan''?"
45243	is it weed, or fish, or floating hair-- A tress of golden hair, A drowned maiden''s hair Above the nets at sea?
45243	is this indeed The lighthouse top I see?
45243	is this the kirk?
45243	quoth one,''Is this the man?
45243	said Michael,"Know''st thou thy sin?"
45243	speak again, Thy soft response renewing-- What makes that ship drive on so fast?
45243	such sights to see?)
45243	what ails poor Geraldine?
45243	what is this that sighs in the frost?"
45243	what news?
45243	what saw I there?
45243	what white thing at the door has cross''d, Sister Helen?
45243	your tidings tell; Tell me you must and shall-- Say why bareheaded you are come, Or why you come at all?"
45243	|Are you ready for your steeple- chase, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorrèe?
45243	|What is good for a bootless bene?"
39766	And ein wae worth ze, Jock my man, 45 I paid ze weil zour fee; Why pow ze out my ground wa''stane, Lets in the reek to me? 39766 And ein wae worth ze, Jock my man, For I paid zou weil zour hire; 50 Why pow ze out my ground wa''stane, To me lets in the fire?"
39766	And is thou gane, now, Dickie, than? 39766 And what an a hauld sall we draw to, 5 My merry men and me?
39766	And ye wad be merrie, and ye wad be sad, What the better wad billy Archie be? 39766 Are ye sleepin, Baronne, or are ye wakin?
39766	Are you two fryars of France,she said,"As I suppose you be?
39766	Bonny Willie Mackintosh, Whare left ye your men?
39766	But James, looking upon him sternly, said to his attendants,''What wants that knave that a king should have?'' 39766 But how ca''d they the man we last met, Billie, as we cam o''er the know?"
39766	But what gard thou steal the Laird''s Jock''s horse? 39766 But, Prince, what sall cum o''my men?
39766	Came ye by the castell, an was ye in there? 39766 Do you repent,"said Wallace,"The ill you''ve dane to me?"
39766	Do you see yonder''s[ a] little boy, 65 A catching of the ball? 39766 For Scotland''s conquer''d up and down; Landmen we''ll never be: Now, will you go, my brethren two, And try some jeopardy?"
39766	How can I loup, you little page, How can I leave this window hie? 39766 I never will turn: do ye think I will fly?
39766	May I find grace, my sovereign liege, 25 Grace for my loyal men and me? 39766 My hands are tied, but my tongue is free, And whae will dare this deed avow?
39766	Now I''ve slayne twa; slaye ye the ane; 205 Isna that gude companye? 39766 Now, is''t na time, brothers,"he cried,"Now, is''t na time to flee?"
39766	O came ye by Brackley yates, was ye in there? 39766 O do you see yon other little boy, That''s playing at the ba''?
39766	O do you see yon pretty little boy, That''s playing at the ba''? 39766 O is my basnet a widow''s curch?
39766	O is there nae a bonnie bird Can sing as I can say, Could flee away to my mother''s bower, 75 And tell to fetch Johnie away?
39766	O whair gat thou these targats, Johnie, 105 That blink sae brawly abune thy brie?
39766	O what''s this com''d o''me now?
39766	O where''s that thief?
39766	O will ye gae wi''me,he says,"Or will ye be my honey?
39766	O will ye gae wi''me?
39766	See[ ye] not where yonder fair castle 5 Stands on yon lily lee? 39766 The King of Scotlonde sent me here, 85 And, gude Outlaw, I am sent to thee; I wad wot of whom ye hald your landis, Or man, wha may thy master be?"
39766	There''s five of us will hold the horse, And other five will watchmen be:50"But wha''s the man among ye a'', Will gae to the Tolbooth door wi''me?"
39766	Though I hae slain the Lord Johnstone, What care I for their feid? 39766 Wha hauds this house?"
39766	Whae drives thir kye?
39766	What neids I tell? 39766 What news, what news, my silly auld man, What news?
39766	What news, what news, old palmer, What news have you to me?
39766	What news, what news, ye bold beggar? 39766 What news, what news, ye gray- headed carle, What news bring ye to me?"
39766	What news, what news, ye staff beggar? 39766 What news, what news, ye weel far''d may?
39766	What news, what news, ye well- fared maid? 39766 What news?
39766	What tidings, what tidings, my trusty guide?
39766	Where are ye gaun, ye mason lads, Wi''a''your ladders lang and hie?
39766	Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?
39766	Where be ye gaun, ye marshal men?
39766	Where wast thou bred? 39766 Why trespass ye on the English side?
39766	Will ye gie me your gown, your gown, 45 Your gown but and your kirtle, Your petticoat of bonny brown, And belt about my middle? 39766 Will your merryemen amend their lives, And a''their pardons I grant thee?
39766	Wilt thou give me the keys of thy castell, Wi''the blessing of thy gaye ladye? 39766 Wilt thou with us in England ride, And thy safe warrand we will be?
39766	Ye wad ne''er be tall''d,quo''the good Laird''s Jock;"Have ye not found my tales fu''leel?
39766	***** Is there ever a man in all Scotland, From the highest estate to the lowest degree, That can shew himself now before our King?
39766	10 Or will ye be my wedded wife?
39766	100"Will ye change apparell wi''me, auld man?
39766	120"Confess my lord''s horse, Hobie,"they say,"And the morn in Carlisle thou''s no die;""How shall I confess them?"
39766	120"O will ye let Telfer''s kye gae back?
39766	130 It was the hour o''gloamin''gray, When herds come in frae fauld and pen; A herd he saw a huntsman lie, Says he,"Can this be Laird Troughen''?"
39766	155 What sayst thou thareto, hou wolt thou quite the?
39766	180 There was an auld wyfe ayont the fire, A wee bit o''the Captain''s kin--"Whae dar loose out the Captain''s kye, Or answer to him and his men?"
39766	185 And, limmer, what gard thou steal him?"
39766	20 He has ta''en her by the middle sae sma'', Says,"Lady, where is your drury?"
39766	20 So he is up to England gane, Even as fast as he can hie, Till he came to King Henry''s yeate; And wha''was there but King Henry?
39766	20"Bonny Willie Mackintosh, Where now is your men?"
39766	20"Wha is this at the jail- house door, Sa weel as they do ken the gin?"
39766	220"But wilt thou sell me fair Johnie Armstrong''s horse?
39766	245 What message frae the King to me?"
39766	25 And aye, what is your wills wi''me?"
39766	30"What news, what news, ye silly auld man?
39766	320 Wha ever heard, in ony times, Sicken an outlaw in his degré, Sic favour get befor a King, As did the OUTLAW MURRAY of the Foreste free?
39766	50"Where were ye born, ye crooked carle?
39766	55 What''ll cum o''your ladie, gin Braikley they slay?
39766	60 Said one of the Southron foragers,"See ye yon lusty dame?
39766	60"And do you see yon pretty little girl, That''s a''beclad in green?
39766	60"Do you see yonder''s[ a] little boy, A tossing of the ball?
39766	60"England''s our ain by heritage; And what can us withstand, Now we hae conquer''d fair Scotland, With buckler, bow, and brand?"
39766	70"My eyes are seething in my head, My flesh roasting also, My bowels are boiling with my blood; Is not that a woeful woe?
39766	80 They hadna filed a shackle of iron, A shackle of iron but barely thrie, When out and spak young Simon brave,"O dinna you see what I do see?
39766	80 Up rose the laird to red the cumber, Which would not be for all his boast; What could we doe with sic a number-- Fyve thousand men into a host?
39766	80"Have ye any money in your pocket?
39766	80"Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?"
39766	American leather, 244?
39766	And how he wad gang to fair England, To steal the Lord Warden''s Wanton Brown?
39766	And when we cam to the lower prison, Where Willie o''Kinmont he did lie--"O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie, Upon the morn that thou''s to die?"
39766	And, billie, wilt thou sell him to me?"
39766	But when they came to Cholerford, 105 There they met with an auld man; Says--"Honest man, will the water ride?
39766	Change your apparell for mine?
39766	Do you not see the blazing low, And my twa legs burnt to my knee?"
39766	He hath taken her by the left shoulder, Says,"Dame where lies thy dowry?"
39766	How they hae ta''en bauld Kinmont Willie, On Haribee to hang him up?
39766	It fell about the Martinmas time, When the wind blew snell and cauld, That Adam o''Gordon said to his men,"When will we get a hold?
39766	James Murray said, 185"Man, frae thy master unto me?"
39766	Now soon they reach Newcastle jail, And to the pris''ner thus they call;"Sleips thou, wakes thou, Jock o''the Side, Or is thou wearied o''thy thrall?"
39766	O have ye na heard o''the fause Sakelde?
39766	O have ye na heard o''the keen Lord Scroope?
39766	O heard ye na o''the silly blind Harper, How long he lived in Lochmaben town?
39766	O heard ye of a silly Harper, Liv''d long in Lochmaben town, How he did gang to fair England, To steal King Henry''s Wanton Brown?
39766	O will ye be my wedded wife?
39766	Or answer by the Border law?
39766	Or answer to the bauld Buccleuch?"
39766	Or my lance a wand of the willow- tree?
39766	Or saw ye his Peggy dear riving her hair?"
39766	Or will ye do aught for regard o''me?
39766	Out spak the brave Baronne owre the castell wa,"Are ye come to spulzie an plunder my ha?
39766	Rumary, 249?
39766	Saw ye pretty Peggy tearing her hair?"
39766	Says,"Baron o''Brackley, O are ye within?
39766	So he is up to England gane, And even as fast as he may drie; And when he cam to Carlisle gate, 15 O whae was there but the Warden hie?
39766	The Scotsmen cried on other to stand, Frae time they saw John Robson slain-- What should they cry?
39766	The eldest to the youngest said,"O see ye what I see?
39766	The money was told on the table, Silver bright of pounds fiftie:"Now here I stand,"said Willie Wallace,"And what hae ye to say to me?"
39766	The youngest to the eldest said, 5"Blythe and merrie how can we be?
39766	Then loud the warden''s trumpet blew--_ O wha dare meddle wi''me_?
39766	Then on the morn, whan the day grew light, The shouts and cries rose loud and hie-- 110"O where''s that thief?"
39766	Then up and bespake the Lord Mangerton,"What news, what news, sister Downie, to me?"
39766	Then up bespak him auld Jock Grieve--"Whae''s this that brings the fraye to me?"
39766	Ther nis non ayeyn star:-- Why nolden hy hem bythenche?
39766	To Sir James Murray of Traquair,[L183] A message came right speedilye--"What news?
39766	Twa gallanter Gordons did never sword draw; But against four and thirty, wae''s me, what is twa?
39766	Wad ye e''en your lands to your born billy?
39766	What news hae ye this day to gie?"
39766	What news hae ye this day to me?"
39766	What news hae ye to gie?"
39766	What news hae ye to gie?"
39766	What news hae ye to gie?"
39766	What news?"
39766	What news?"
39766	What though the window''s dreigh and hie?
39766	What''ll cum o''your ladie an''bonny yung son, O what''ll cum o''them when Braikley is gone?"
39766	When Johnie wakened out o''his dream, I wat a drierie man was he: 170"And is thou gane, now, Dickie, than?
39766	When they arrived before the host, 85 They hover''d on the lay--"Wilt thou lend me our king''s standard, To bear a little way?"
39766	Where were ye born, in what countrie?"
39766	Where, or in what countrie?"
39766	Whi nolden hii be war?
39766	Why nolden he be war 30 Of the bataile of Donbar, Hou evele hem con spede?
39766	Will ye not sink with sin?
39766	Wou''d ye hear of William Wallace, An''sek him as he goes, Into the lan''of Lanark, Amang his mortel faes?
39766	[ L76] And as we cross''d the Bateable Land, When to the English side we held, The first o''men that we met wi'', Whae sould it be but fause Sakelde?
39766	_ Qy._ wight yemen?
39766	_ betime_?
39766	_ raes_,)_ incursions_,_ exploits_?
39766	benty,_ covered with the coarse grass called bent_; benty- line, 13?
39766	boys!--I see a party appearing-- wha''s yon?
39766	corrupt?
39766	corrupt?
39766	down- come of Robin Hood, 242,_ as quick as R. H. would knock one down?_ or_ pay down?_ dreigh,(_ tedious_,_ long_)_ high_.
39766	down- come of Robin Hood, 242,_ as quick as R. H. would knock one down?_ or_ pay down?_ dreigh,(_ tedious_,_ long_)_ high_.
39766	fow, 219,_ full?_ frae hand,_ forthwith_.
39766	gan Willie say,"To make an outspeckle o''me?"
39766	hail, 133,(_ vigorous_, and so)_ boisterous?_ halewen,_ saints_.
39766	halt, 276, 282,_ profits?_ halve,_ side_.
39766	he says,"O will ye be my honey?
39766	how could you do sae?
39766	lee, shelter, peace; set at little lee, 101,_ left little peace?_"_ left scarcely any means of shelter_."
39766	mounde, 270,_ might?_ mowe,_ may_.
39766	neuk, 224,_ corner?_ nicher, nicker,_ neigh_.
39766	quo''Dickie; 205"Trow ye aye to make a fool o''me?
39766	quo''Dickie; 65"What meikle wae''s this happen''d o''me?
39766	quo''Dickie;"Trow ye aye to make a fool o''me?"
39766	quo''he:"Where did thou get fair Johnie Armstrong''s horse?"
39766	row- footed, 63,_ rough- footed?_ rudds,_ reddens_.
39766	said Halliday,"Man, frae thy master unto me?"
39766	same as leeper fat?)
39766	seyd our nobil King;"What foreste is Ettricke Foreste frie?"
39766	way, to the, 262,_ away?_ wear,_ guard_.
39766	wel the felle, 273,_ will fall from thy head?_ wende,_ weened_.
39766	where wast thou born?
39766	whet shal the to rede?
39766	why ca''ye me man?
39766	won, 120, misprint for win?
39766	wyte, 282,_ wait_,_ watch_(?)
39766	ybate, 280?
39766	young Edward cry''d,"Or wha gies''t ower to me?"
37031	''And hear ye this, my youngest brither, Why badena ye at hame? 37031 And hear ye this, my youngest brither: Why bade na ye at hame?
37031	And see not ye that bonny road, That winds about the fernie brae? 37031 And see ye not that braid braid road, 45 That lies across that lily leven?
37031	And wha has ta''en down that bush o''woodbine, That hung between her bour and mine? 37031 And what meat''s in this house, Ladie?
37031	And what meat''s in this house, Ladie? 37031 And what meat''s in this house, Ladie?
37031	And will ye gi''e him a kist wi''goud, Sae fitting till his hand? 37031 And winna thou dance, Sir Oluf, wi''me?
37031	Are the bridle reins for you too strong? 37031 Bot seese thu nowe yone forthe waye, That lygges ouer yone depe delle?
37031	But how shall I thee ken, Tamlane? 37031 But will ye go to yon greenwood side,"_ Aye as the gowans grow gay_?
37031	But, little boy, will ye tell me, The fashions that are in your countrie?
37031	Canst thou tell me,said Child Rowland to the cow- herd,"where the king of Elfland''s castle is?"
37031	Canst thou tell me,said Child Rowland to the horse- herd,"where the king of Elfland''s castle is?"
37031	Didst hear the Birds, my Constantine, didst list to what they''re saying?
37031	Didst hear, my brother Constantine, what yonder Birds are saying?
37031	From whence came ye, young man?
37031	I dwell beneth that bonnie bouir, 15 O will ye gae wi me and see?
37031	I hae a question at you to ask, Before that ye depart frae me; You''ll tell to me what day I''ll die, 55 And what day will my burial be?
37031	In Danmarck were ye born and bred? 37031 Is it possible to bring her back?"
37031	Miri man, that es so wyth, Of ay thing gif me answere: For him that mensked man wyt mith, Wat sal worth of this were?
37031	Nay, I am not sleeping, I am waking,These were the words said hee:"For thee I have car''d; how hast thou fared?
37031	Now speak nae mair, my lusty dame, Now speak nae mair of that to me: 10 Did I ne''er see a fair woman, But I wad sin with her fair body?
37031	O are ye my father, or are ye my mother? 37031 O had your tongue, ye lady fair, Lat a''your folly be; Mind ye not on your turtle doo 35 Last day ye brought wi''thee?"
37031	O hear ye, Sir Oluf, my ain dear son, 35 Whareto is your lire sae blae and wan?
37031	O hear ye, Sir Oluf, my son, my pride, And what shall I say to thy young bride?
37031	O how do you love the ship,he said,"Or how do you love the sea?
37031	O is your saddle set awrye? 37031 O lady, sits your saddle awry, Or is your steed for you owre high?"
37031	O tell me mair, young man,she said,"This does surprise me now; What country ha''e ye come frae?
37031	O tell me, tell me, Tam- a- Line, 115 O tell, an''tell me true; Tell me this nicht, an''mak''nae lee, What way I''ll borrow you?
37031	O was it warwolf in the wood? 37031 O wha has loosed the nine witch knots, 75 That were amang that ladye''s locks?
37031	O what drink''s in this house, Ladie, That ye''re nae welcome tee?
37031	O what hae you to keep me wi'', If I should with you go? 37031 O where are all my porter boys That I pay meat and fee, 130 To open my yates baith wide and braid?
37031	O where are all my rangers bold That I pay meat and fee, To search the forest far an''wide, And bring Akin to me?
37031	O where have you been, my long, long love, This long seven years and more?
37031	O where were ye, my milk- white steed, That I hae coft sae dear, That wadna watch and waken me, 35 When there was maiden here?
37031	O why pluck you the flowers, lady, Or why climb you the tree? 37031 O why pou ye the rose, the rose?
37031	O why pu''ye the nut, the nut, Or why brake ye the tree? 37031 Pray, sir, did you not send for me, By such a messenger?"
37031	Quhat eylyt the, Stevyn? 37031 Quhat eylyt[L9] the, Stevene?
37031	See ye not yon seven pretty ships, The eighth brought me to land; With merchandize and mariners, 35 And wealth in every hand?
37031	Seese thu yitt yone faire castelle, That standes vpone yone heghe hill? 37031 Seese thu yitt yone third waye, 155 That ligges vnder yone grene playne?
37031	That is well said,quoth Lancelot then;"But sith it must be so, 90 What is the knight thou hatest thus?
37031	Though thou art wise, my Constantine, thou hast unwisely spoken: Be woe my lot or be it joy, who will restore my daughter?
37031	Was he brunt, or was he shot? 37031 What ails you, lady,"the boy said, 25"That ye seem sae dissatisfied?
37031	What did you wi''the gay gold ring 105 I bade you keep abune a''thing?
37031	What hast thou done, my daughter dear, 85 For to deserve this heavy scourge? 37031 What knight art thou,"the lady sayd,"That wilt not speake to me?
37031	Where hae ye put my ain gude lord, This day he stays sae far frae me?
37031	Where is he?
37031	Why pu''ye the rose, Janet, Within this garden grene, And a''to kill the bonny babe, That we got us between?
37031	Why should I not?
37031	Will ye tell me, ye little wee boy, 125 Where may my Margaret be?
37031	Ye will tell to me this thing:-- 95 What did yo wi''my wedding- ring?
37031	(?)
37031	-- 100 O she has ta''en her thro''the ha'', And on her son began to ca'';"What did ye wi''the bonny beads I bade you keep against your needs?
37031	-- 60 The carline she was stark and sture, She aff the hinges dang the dure;"O is your bairn to laird or loun, Or is it to your father''s groom?"
37031	-- 60"O whaten a mountain is yon,"she said,"All so dreary wi''frost and snow?"
37031	--"If I was to leave my husband dear, 25 And my two babes also, O what have you to take me to, If with you I should go?"
37031	--"O what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills, That the sun shines sweetly on?"
37031	--"What did ye wi''the tokens rare, 95 That ye gat frae that gallant there?"
37031	10 And how do you love the bold mariners That wait upon thee and me?"
37031	10"Phrenimos eisai, Kôstantê, m''aschêm''apilogêthês; An tychê pikra gê chara, poios tha mou têne pherê?"
37031	100"The truth ye''ll tell to me, Tamlane; A word ye mauna lie; Gin e''er ye was in haly chapel, Or sained in Christentie?"
37031	119, goome?
37031	140 Then backe he came unto the kinge, Who sayd,"Sir Lukyn, what did yee see?"
37031	150 Than seyd the erle,"for charyte, In what skyll, tell me, A cokwold may I know?"
37031	150"Seese thu nowe yone other waye, That lygges lawe by nethe yone rysse?
37031	160"Saye, wouldst thou have thy master dead, All for a sword that wins thine eye?
37031	20 And the young lady Svanè lyle, In the bower that was the best, Says,"Wharfrae cam thir frem swains, Wi''us this night to guest?"
37031	20"But howe and they chaunce to cut the downe, And carry thie braunches into the towne?
37031	20"But, gentle boy, come tell to me, What is the custom of thy countrie?"
37031	30 If I''d forsake my dear husband, My little young son also?"
37031	30 Or why come ye to Carterhaugh, Withouten leave o''me?"
37031	30"Or does the wind blow in your glove, Or runs your mind on another love?"
37031	35"Akouses, Kôstantakê mou, ti lene ta poulakia?"
37031	40"Akouses, Kôstantakê mou, ti lene ta poulakia?"
37031	40"O see ye not yon narrow road, So thick beset with thorns and briers?
37031	40"O tell to me, Tomlinn,"she said,"And tell it to me soon; Was you ever at a good church door, Or got you christendom?"
37031	50 Pes mou pou''n''ta mallakia sou, to pêgouro moustaki?"
37031	60"And is he come, thy sister- son, Frae thy father''s land to thee?
37031	60"O is this water deep,"he said,"As it is wondrous dun?
37031	65 Or was it mermaid in the sea?
37031	80 And wha has kill''d the master kid,[L81] That ran beneath that ladye''s bed?
37031	And aye she sat in her mother''s bower door, 5 And aye she made her mane,"O whether should I gang to the Broomfield hill, Or should I stay at hame?
37031	And is it not a pleasure for a King, When he shall ryde forth on his journey?
37031	And wha has loosed her left foot shee, And let that ladye lighter be?"
37031	And wha''s ta''en out the kaims o''care, That were amang that ladye''s hair?
37031	And what ha''e I to gi''e?"
37031	And what hae I to gi''e?"
37031	And what hae I to gi''e?"
37031	And when he came to the King''s chamber, He cold of his curtesie 195 Saye,"Sleep you, wake you, noble King Arthur?
37031	At last she asked of this tre, 5"Howe came this freshness unto the, And every branche so faire and cleane?
37031	But why should we seek to do this?
37031	His lady mother went down the stair:"Now son, now son, come tell to me, Where''s the green gloves I gave to thee?"
37031	Kai parakei pou pagainan kai alla poulia tous legan;"Ti blepoume ta thlibera ta paraponemena?
37031	Lakkyt the eyther mete or drynk in kyng Herowdes halle?"
37031	Na perpatoun hoi zôntanoi me tous apethamenous?"
37031	Or are ye James Herries, my first true love, Come back to Scotland again?"
37031	Or are ye my brother John?
37031	Or are you mourning, in your tide, 15 That you suld be Cospatrick''s bride?"
37031	Or how shall I thee knaw, 140 Amang so many unearthly knights, The like I never saw?"
37031	Or it is sic as a saikless maid And a leal true knight may swim?"
37031	Or rides your steed for you ower high?
37031	Or the stirrups for you too long?"
37031	Or was he drowned in the sea?
37031	Or was it man or vile woman, My ain true love, that mis- shaped thee?"
37031	Or what''s become o''my ain gude lord, That he will ne''er appear to me?"
37031	Or why brake ye the tree?
37031	Or why come ye to Charter- woods, Without leave ask''d of me?"
37031	Or why come ye to Chaster''s wood, Without the leave of me?"
37031	Say where are now thy waving locks, thy strong thick beard, where is it?"
37031	Says--"Why pu''ye the rose, Janet?
37031	Scho sayd,"man, the lykes thi playe: 85 What byrde in boure maye delle with the?
37031	See you not yonder woman, 135 That maketh her self soe''cleane''[L136]?
37031	She knocked, and straight a man he cried, 65"Who''s there?"
37031	T''akouse pale hê Aretê k''erragis''hê kardia tês;"Akouses, Kôstantakê mou, ti lene ta poulakia?
37031	Tell me whar may thy dwelling be?"
37031	The princess stood at the bower door Laughing, who could her blame?
37031	Then backe he came to tell the kinge, Who sayde,"Sir Lukyn, sawe ye oughte?"
37031	Then bespake him Cornewall King, These were the words he said there:"Did you ever know a comely King, 80 His name was King Arthur?"
37031	Then bespake him noble Arthur, 160 And these were the[L161] words said he:"What weapons wilt thou have, thou gentle knight?
37031	Then to the lady she did go, 65 And said,"O Lady, let me know"Who has defiled your fair bodie?
37031	They skinked the mead, and they skinked the wine: 45"O whare is Sir Oluf, bridegroom mine?"
37031	Was Lady Hillers your mither?
37031	Was ever knight for ladyes sake Soe tost in love, as I, Sir Guy, For Phelis fayre, that lady bright As ever man beheld with eye?
37031	What gars ye break the tree?
37031	What has thou to do here?
37031	What pedigree are you?"
37031	When day was gane and night was come,"What ails my love on me to frown?
37031	Yat?
37031	[ E] crow?
37031	[ F] rounds?
37031	[ L13] Lakkyt the eythar gold or fe, or ony ryche wede?
37031	[ dree?]
37031	_ gilded?_ glint,_ gleam_.
37031	_ other day_?
37031	art thu wod, or thu gynnyst to brede?
37031	bue, 234, 235,_ fair_?
37031	bunge, 239?
37031	coiffer, 260,_ coif_,_ head- dress_,_ cap?_ cold,_ could, knew_;_ used as an auxiliary with the infinitive to express a past tense_; e.g.
37031	cramasee,_ crimson?_ cropoure,_ crupper_.
37031	endres- daye, 98,_ past day_?
37031	even cloth, 113,_ fine cloth_?
37031	ferli, 275,_ fairly?_ ferlie, ferly,_ wonder_.
37031	galid, 276,_ sang?_ gangande,_ going_.
37031	gitsung?
37031	goome,_ man_?
37031	gravil, 260?
37031	kindly, 236,"_ good old_"?
37031	lelfe, 22,_ leave?_ lere,_ lore_,_ doctrine_;_ learn_.
37031	lingcam, 148,_ body_,= leccam?
37031	my brother, what is this?
37031	over one, 23,_ in a company_,_ together?_ See Jamieson''s_ Scottish Dictionary_, in v. ouer ane.
37031	page 221( lines 73, 74) moved close quotation mark:"Pray, sir, did you not send for me, By such a messenger?"
37031	page 276 added missing closing quotation mark For him that mensked man wyt mith, Wat sal worth of this were?"
37031	quhat is the befalle?
37031	quoth hee,"Or where may all that goodly building be?"
37031	rialle,_ royal?_ jawes, 227,_ dashes_; jawp''d, 257,_ dashed_,_ spattered_.
37031	says King Henry;"How lang''ll this last wi''me?"
37031	she said,"That does surprise me sair; 30 My door was bolted right secure; What way ha''e ye come here?"
37031	skail?]
37031	skill, but a, 371,_ only reasonable?_ skinked,_ poured out_.
37031	stratlins, 183,_ straddlings?_ streek,_ stretch_.
37031	tell, an''tell me true; 90 Tell me this nicht, an''mak''nae lee, What pedigree are you?"
37031	then sayd the knighte,"Must such a sword awaye be throwne?"
37031	thou gentle knight, how may this be, That I might see him in the same licknesse, That he stood unto thee?"
37031	thrubchandler, 237?
37031	what wouldst at such an hour?
37031	why pou ye the pile, Margaret, The pile o''the gravil gray, For to destroy the bonny bairn 75 That we got in our play?
37031	why pou ye the pile, Margaret, The pile o''the gravil green, 70 For to destroy the bonny bairn That we got us between?
37031	wind blows in your glove, 67?
37031	woning?]
37031	wrebbe, 98;_ wrebbe and wrye_,_ turn and twist_?
37031	wrye, 98,_ wrebbe and wrye_,_ turn and twist_?
45940	Are you really the king?
45940	As: yee came ffrom the holy Land of Walsingham, Mett you not with my true loue by the way as you came?
45940	Brother,quoth the shepard,"you are a man of Learninge; what neede you stand in doubt of soe small a thinge?
45940	How should I know your true love, 5 That have met many a one, As I came from the holy land, That have both come and gone?
45940	How should''st thou, fair lady, love me, 25 Whom thou knowst thy country''s foe? 45940 I am a barker,[456] sir, by my trade; Nowe tell me what art thou?"
45940	May we not release the whole race from this imputation? 45940 To Drayton Basset woldst thou goe, 25 Fro the place where thou dost stand?
45940	What bodes it? 45940 [ 455] What tydinges heare you, sayd the kynge, As you ryde farre and neare?
45940	[ 637] Who have we here? 45940 that shall I doe,"quoth the shepeard,"for veretye you thinke I am the Bishopp of Canterburye,"124"why?
45940	whatt English are yonder,said Sir Andrew,"that can so litle curtesye?
45940	***** Am I mad, O noble Festus, When zeal and godly knowledge Have put me in hope To deal with the pope, As well as the best in the college?
45940	***** As ye came from the holy land Of blessed Walsingham, O met you not with my true love As by the way ye came?
45940	***** Come hither shepherd''s swayne:"Sir, what do you require?"
45940	***** Corin, most unhappie swaine, Whither wilt thou drive thy flocke?
45940	***** How cruelly these catives do conspire?
45940	***** Sumwhat musyng, And more mornyng, In remembring The unstydfastnes; This world being Of such whelyng, Me contrarieng, What may I gesse?
45940	***** Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
45940	***** Will you hear a Spanish lady, How she wooed an English man?
45940	10 What was thy meate and dayly foode?
45940	100 But who the expected husband husband is?
45940	140 If God to me such shame did bring, That yielded only to a king, How shall they scape that daily run To practise sin with every one?
45940	140 What boote wilt thou have, the tanner replyd, Nowe tell me in this stounde?
45940	15 Or why should he repent- a?
45940	20 Unhappie youth, what should he doe?
45940	20 What may then poor Corin doe?
45940	20 What thing doth please thee most?
45940	20"What is the cause she leaves thee thus, And a new way doth take, That some times loved thee as her life, And thee her joy did make?"
45940	20"What is the cause shee hath left thee alone, and a new way doth take, that sometime did loue thee as her selfe, and her ioy did thee make?"
45940	25 Why on thy braes heard the voice of sorrow?
45940	300"who holpe to this?"
45940	35 Alas for woe,& c. Bishop, quoth Browne, what hast thou there?
45940	4"how shold I know your true loue, that haue mett many a one as I cam ffrom the holy Land, that haue come, that haue gone?"
45940	40 Will you buy the states spinning- wheel, Which spun for the ropers trade?
45940	45 And warn from fight?
45940	5 Where gat ye that winsome marrow?
45940	5 Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
45940	60 Do you see yonders little boye, A tossing of the balle?
45940	60 Have you not seen the nightingale, A prisoner like, coopt in a cage, How doth she chaunt her wonted tale In that her narrow hermitage?
45940	60 Knowest thou not, that I have power To make, and mar, in heaven and hell, In erth, and every creature?
45940	60 Now cheare up, sire abbot, did you never hear yet, That a fool he may learn a wise man witt?
45940	60 Now saye, English captaine, what woldest thou give To ransome thy selfe, which else must not live?
45940	64"Thou English Captain, what woldest thou giue to ransome thy liffe which else must not liue?
45940	65 How can I busk a winsome marrow?
45940	75 How wouldst thou match?
45940	80 What reason is that crueltie With beautie should have part?
45940	80"Now thou must tell me, Harry Hunt, as thou hast sayled by day& by night, hast thou not heard of a stout robber?
45940	And how doe ye, Cummer?
45940	And how mony bairns hae ye?
45940	And that you keep such gazing 5 On this decayed place, The which, for superstition, Good princes down did raze?
45940	And what would have become of him, thinke you, which should have slayne another in this manner of jeasting?
45940	And why dare ye nae mair weil be seen 15 Puing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow?
45940	And why yon melancholious weids Hung on the bonny birks of Yarrow?
45940	Are they to your awin gude man?
45940	As for scripture, I am above it; 65 Am not I Gods hye vicare?
45940	But art thou a woman, as thou dost declare, Whose valor hath provd so undaunted in warre?
45940	But he, like a cruel knight, spurr''d on; His heart would not relent- a, For, till he came there, what had he to fear?
45940	But many a trustye friend have I, And why shold I feel dole or care?
45940	But since your grace on forrayne coastes Amonge your foes unkinde 90 Must goe to hazard life and limbe, Why should I staye behinde?
45940	But wherefore dost thou weepe?
45940	By whom, sweet boy, wert thou begot?
45940	Can any one believe that such lines were written by or for any lady of rank?
45940	Did I not warn thee, not to, not to luve?
45940	Do you see yonders little boye, 65 A catching of the balle?
45940	Doth companye displease?
45940	Doth either tyme or age Bringe him unto decaye?
45940	Flows Yarrow sweet?
45940	For how durst any to attempt to do that, although in sport, which was so straightly forbidden, both by the civill and ecclesiasticall power?
45940	For since they from their lord are so disjointed, As to contemn those edicts he appointed, How can they prize the power of his anointed?
45940	God speed you, ancient father, And give you a good daye; What is the cause, I praye you So sadly here you staye?
45940	His epitaph has been recorded by Camden, and translated by Oldys:--"Hic situs est sitiens, atque ebrius Eldertonus, Quid dico hic situs est?
45940	How luve him upon the banks of Tweed, That slew my luve on the Braes of Yarrow?
45940	How now?
45940	How often garlandes make Of couslips and of colombine?
45940	How often would she flowers twine?
45940	I marvell what they bee?"
45940	Increasing all with tears I shed, On beds of ooze, and crystal pillows, Lay down, lay down my lovesick head?
45940	Is it so?
45940	John Nobody, quoth I, what news?
45940	King Henryes grace with royall cheere Welcomed the noble Howard home, And where, said he, is this rover stout, That I myselfe may give the doome?
45940	Know ye not Agincourt?
45940	My luver''s blood is on thy spear, How canst thou, barbarous man, then wooe me?
45940	Next the Merchants said, Counterfeite, get thee away,[783] 85 Dost thou remember how wee thee found?
45940	Or els that such great tyranny Should dwell in womans hart?
45940	Or say, ye powers, my peace to crown, Shall I thaw myself, and drown 25 Among the foaming billows?
45940	Prethee why so mute?
45940	Prethee why so mute?
45940	Prethee, why so pale?
45940	Prethee, why so pale?
45940	Says old Simon the king,& c. Will you buy any bacon- flitches, 10 The fattest, that ever were spent?
45940	Says old Simon,& c. Will you buy the RUMP''S great saddle, With which it jocky''d the nation?
45940	Shulde I be bounde to folowe it, As the carpenter his ruler?
45940	Sir Andrewe cryed, What may a man now thinke, or say?
45940	Sylvia, art thou not to blame 55 To ruin a lover?
45940	Tell me, where is thy dwelling place?
45940	Tell me, who was thy nurse?
45940	The lady blushed scarlet red, 65 And trembled at the stranger: How shall I guard my maidenhead From this approaching danger?
45940	The last stanza but four reads:--"And do you see yon pretty little girl That''s a beclad in green?
45940	Thou art too elvish, faith thou art, too elvish and too coy: 70 Am I, I pray thee, beggarly, that such a flock enjoye?
45940	WHY SO PALE?
45940	Were not our fathers wise men, And they did like it well; Who very much rejoyced To heare the zacring bell?
45940	What English churles are yonder, he sayd, 15 That can soe litle curtesye?
45940	What art thou a foole?
45940	What boote wilt thou have?
45940	What can my barbarous barbarous father do, 85 But with his cruel rage pursue me?
45940	What cradle wert thou rocked in?
45940	What hadst thou then to drinke?
45940	What lulld thee then asleepe?
45940	What rescous[270] coude ye fynde?
45940	What waefu''wae her beauty bred?
45940	What''s yonder floats on the rueful rueful flude?
45940	What''s yonder floats?
45940	When wert thou borne, Desire?
45940	Where English slue and hurt All their French foemen?
45940	Where doth Desire delighte to live?
45940	Who have wee here?
45940	Whom dost thou thinke to be thy foe?
45940	Why does she weep thy winsome marrow?
45940	Why grieves my Rose, my sweetest Rose?
45940	Why rins thy stream, O Yarrow, Yarrow, reid?
45940	Why say ye so?
45940	Why sholde ye ought?
45940	Why so Pale?
45940	Will you buy the states council- table, Which was made of the good wain Scot?
45940	Will, when looking well ca n''t move her, Looking ill prevail?
45940	Will, when speaking well ca n''t win her, Saying nothing doe''t?
45940	Would he not, trow you, have been_ hang''d for it in earnest?
45940	Ye captaines couragious, of valour so bold, 65 Whom thinke you before you now you doe behold?
45940	Yet to shun all plaine, and hill, Forest, moore, and meadow- ground, 10 Hunger will as surely kill: How may then reliefe be found?
45940	[ 250] Myne owne hart dere, with you what chere?
45940	[ 398] Quhat can have mart[399] thee in thy mude,[400] Thou Makyne to me schaw; Or quhat is luve, or to be lude?
45940	[ 425] Quhat ailis luve at me?"
45940	[ 520] and how hae ye threven?
45940	[ Why grieve you, damselle faire, he sayd, 125 And what doth cause you moane?
45940	_ B._ Where gat ye that bonny bonny bride?
45940	_ B._ Why does she weep, thy bonny bonny bride?
45940	_ C._ How can I busk a bonny bonny bride?
45940	and then bespake him John of the Scales, vnto the heire of Linne sayd hee, 12 sayes,"how dost thou, Lord of Linne, doest either want gold or fee?
45940	art not thou?
45940	broder Teague, dost hear de decree?
45940	but why does he stay behind?
45940	gracelesse wretch, hast spent thine all, And brought thyselfe to penurìe?
45940	he seid, is Edward ded?
45940	i. p. 127), which ends as follows:"How now?
45940	pound a yeere?
45940	quhair hae ye been?
45940	sayd Sir Andrew Barton,"what shold a man either thinke or say?
45940	the king did say, Thomas how is it with thee?
45940	then smiled sweetlye Mary Aumbree; 68"Good gentle Captain, what thinke you by mee, or whom in my likenesse you take mee to bee?"
45940	to waite on her person there came 1000^{ds} 3: was not this a braue, bonye lasse, Mary Aumbree?
45940	was not this a braue bonye lasse, Mary Aumbree?
45940	was not this a braue, bonye lasse, Mary Aumbree?
45940	what ailest thou to weepe?"
45940	what ayles you,"quoth the shepard,"that you are soe sadd, and had wonte to haue beene soe merry& gladd?"
45940	what ghastly spectre''s yon Comes in his pale shroud, bleeding after?
45940	what have ye done?
45940	what things are those?
45940	wheder[256] wyll ye go?
45940	wilt thou not sell thy lands soe brode to such a good fellow as me?
45940	yea, and have bene buried like a dogge_?"
45941	How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? 45941 The poor children three,"& c. can not surely mean the three sisters of Francis Bosville, who would have been coheiresses, had he made no will?
45941	Why did you promise love to me, And not that promise keep? 45941 but I am waking, sweete,"he said,"Lady, what is your will?"
45941	hath any one done to thee wronge, any of thy fellowes here, 36 or is any of thy good friends dead which makes thee shed such teares? 45941 (?) 45941 ***** Shall I, wasting in dispaire, Dye because a woman''s faire? 45941 ***** What state of life can be so blest, As love that warms the gentle brest; Two souls in one; the same desire To grant the bliss, and to require? 45941 ***** Why doe you boast of Arthur and his knightes, Knowing''well''how many men have endured fightes? 45941 ***** Will ye gae to the ew- bughts,[229] Marion, And wear in[230] the sheip wi''mee? 45941 *****[ The Milk- woman in Walton''s_ Angler_ says,What song was it, I pray you?
45941	*****[_ 1 Grace._] Beauties have yee seen a toy, Called Love, a little boy, Almost naked, wanton, blinde; Cruel now; and then as kinde?
45941	10 Or a well- disposed nature Joyned with a lovely feature?
45941	10 Shee that lov''d thee long and best, Is her love turn''d to a jest?
45941	100,_ rather(?
45941	112"Mickle is the mans blood I haue spent to doe thee& me some good,"sayes,"euer alacke, my fayre Lady, I thinke that I was woode?"
45941	116,_ damp_(?)
45941	140 Then backe he came unto the kinge, Who sayd, Sir Lukyn, what did yee see?
45941	140 What ails my heart''s delight, My Sarah dear?
45941	140 Where may I remaine, Gentle for''ster, shew me,''Till I can obtaine A service in my neede?
45941	193, 203,_ side of the ship?_ See Hach- borde.
45941	195 That lord I love so dear?
45941	20 And he has till his brother gane: Now, brother, rede ye mee; A''sall I marrie the nut- browne bride, And let fair Annet bee?
45941	20 Are you awake, sweet William?
45941	20 Be shee with that goodnesse blest, Which may merit name of Best; If she be not such to me,[404] What care I how good she be?
45941	20 Marti''mas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves aff the tree?
45941	20 What newes, what newes, lord Thomas, she sayd?
45941	203?
45941	25 I wis, quoth the miller, this is an odd jest: What should we doe there?
45941	30 Am I to blame, because his bride Is thrice as rich as I?
45941	30 But what promise or profession From his hands could purchase scope?
45941	30 Can he prize the tainted posies, Which on every brest are worne; That may plucke the virgin roses From their never- touched thorne?
45941	327(?
45941	329,_ churlish_?
45941	40 Hee''s a foole, that basely dallies, Where each peasant mates with him: Shall I haunt the thronged vallies, Whilst ther''s noble hills to climbe?
45941	40 How, at last, agreed these lovers?
45941	40 Then coming was the night sae dark, And gane was a''the light of day?
45941	40 What hath he robbed thee of, sweet heart?
45941	40 Who calleth there, quoth Judith then, With such shrill sounding notes?
45941	40"Why did you say my lip was sweet, And made the scarlet pale?
45941	45 Or any room at your feet?
45941	48,_ swapped_(?
45941	5 Or is''t my brother John?
45941	50 Or wilt be taster of my wine, To''tend on me when I shall dine?
45941	64"What is your will, my owne we d Lord, what is your will with mee?"
45941	65 What is your will with mee?
45941	70 Art thou not lowsy, nor scabby?
45941	70 Or are you returned backe againe[124] To know more of my love?
45941	76 he sayes,"how now, how now, Child Maurice?
45941	79,_ closed fist_(?)
45941	86,_ fail_(?).
45941	90 Why art thou angry?
45941	91,_ for ryse_(?)
45941	Alas, good Sir, she said, Are you so strictly ty''d, 70 You may not with your dearest friend One hour or two abide?
45941	An hundred kisses then, For my farewel she gave; Crying, Sweet Barnwell, when shall I Again thy company have?
45941	And hast thou now forsaken mee In this my great distresse, To end my dayes in open shame,[359] Which thou mightst well redresse?
45941	And he has till his sister gane: Now, sister, rede ye mee; O sall I marrie the nut- browne bride, 35 And set fair Annet free?
45941	And thou a gay lady within thine armes: And wouldst thou be awaye?
45941	And where bestow''d his head?
45941	And why did I, young witless maid, Believe the flattering tale?
45941	Art thou no run away, prythee, youth, tell?
45941	Be she meeker, kinder, than The turtle- dove or pelican: If shee be not so to me, 15 What care I how kind shee be?
45941	Be shee fairer then the day, 5 Or the flowery meads in may; If she be not so to me,[403] What care I how faire shee be?
45941	But recollect ye any mark 215 To know you son agen?
45941	But who''s this hairy youth?
45941	But, madam, said sir Valentine, And knelt upon his knee; Know you the cloak that wrapt your babe, If you the same should see?
45941	Calling home the smallest part That is missing of my heart, To bestow it where I may Meet a rival every day?
45941	Cause her fortune seems too high,[405] 25 Shall I play the foole and dye?
45941	Come riddle my riddle, dear mother, he sayd, 5 And riddle us both as one; Whether I shall marrye with faire Ellinòr, And let the browne girl alone?
45941	Could this be the wall of the castle?
45941	Ere I will live in lack, And have no coyn for thee: 90 I''ll rob his house, and murder him, Why should you not?
45941	First Adam came unto the gate: Who knocketh there?
45941	Hath any one done to thee wronge Any of thy fellowes here?
45941	Have you not heard how the Trojan horse Held seventy men in his belly?
45941	He lifted up the coverlett, He lifted up the sheete; How now, how now, thou little Musgràve, 75 Dost find my gaye ladye sweete?
45941	He never was the courteous knighte, To saye, faire maide, will ye ride?
45941	How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break?
45941	How now, shepherde, what meanes that?
45941	How were those nuptials kept?
45941	I had a dagger: what did I with that?
45941	I pray, quoth the king, what creatures are those?
45941	If she slight me when I wooe, I can scorn and let her goe: If shee be not fit for me, What care I for whom she be?
45941	In what place, sayd our king, may be bought like to this?
45941	Is shee the lass hath done thee wrong?
45941	Is there any room at your head, Willie?
45941	Is this my father Philip?
45941	Is this the friendship, that You did to me protest?
45941	Is this the great affection, which 35 You so to me exprest?
45941	Is this your bride, fair Ellinor sayd?
45941	Moved with her sorrowe, 135 Maid, quoth hee, good morrowe, What hard happ has brought thee here?
45941	My bird Willie, my boy Willie; My dear Willie, he sayd: 20 How can ye strive against the stream?
45941	My father''s rich, why then Should I want store of gold?
45941	Nay, first, quoth Richard, good- fellowe, tell me true, Host thou noe creepers within thy gay hose?
45941	Nowe, gentle Gawaine, chuse, quoth shee, And make thy choice with care; Whether by night, or else by daye, Shall I be foule or faire?
45941	O Lukyn, Lukyn, said the kinge,[ Twice haste thou dealt deceytfullye: Alacke, whom may wee ever truste, When suche a knighte soe false can bee?
45941	O gentle death, whan wilt thou cum?
45941	O wherfore shuld I busk my head?
45941	O, I am waking, sweete, he said, Sweete ladye, what is your will?
45941	Of purple or of pall?
45941	Oh, art thou blind, lord Thomas?
45941	Or any room at your side, Willie, Wherein that I may creep?
45941	Or art thou not troubled with the scabbado?
45941	Or be you not within?
45941	Or for the sight 35 Of lingering night Foregoe the present joyes of noone?
45941	Or hath he took thy gaye gold ring From off thy finger small?
45941	Or is any of thy good friends dead, That thou shedst manye a teare?
45941	Or is''t my true love Willie, From Scotland new come home?
45941	Or make pale my cheeks with care,''Cause another''s rosie are?
45941	Or wherfore shuld I kame my hair?
45941	Or wilt thou be my chamberlaine, About my person to remaine?
45941	Or wilt thou be one of my guard, 55 And I will give thee great reward?
45941	Or, her well- deservings knowne, Make me quite forget mine owne?
45941	Quhair sall I get a bonny boy, That will win hose and shoen; That will gae to lord Barnards ha'', And bid his lady cum?
45941	Quoth our king gentlye, how should I forget thee?
45941	Quæ mora?
45941	Remember ye nat in the tavern, sir, Whan ye the cups wer fillan; How ye made the healths gae round and round, And slighted Barbara Allan?
45941	Richard being the foremost, Wardrewe asks him,"if he dare stand a buffet from his hand?"
45941	Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellèn?
45941	Shall a woman''s virtues move Me to perish for her love?
45941	Shall my foolish heart be pin''d,''Cause I see a woman kind?
45941	She knockes again with might and maine, And Lot he chides her straite, How now, quoth she, thou drunken ass, 35 Who bade thee here to prate?
45941	Sirra, quoth hee, what busines hast thou heere?
45941	Sith you have had your wille of mee, And put me to open shame, Now, if you are a courteous knighte, 15 Tell me what is your name?
45941	Sleepe you, wake you, faire sir Gyles?
45941	The first stanza is as follows:--"Shall I like a hermit dwell On a rock or in a cell?
45941	Then backe he came to tell the kinge, Who sayde, Sir Lukyn sawe ye oughte?
45941	Then what were perjur''d Colin''s thoughts?
45941	They would have agreed with the propounder of the question-- What is woman''s mission?
45941	Tushe, sir John, quoth his wife, why should you frett, or frowne?
45941	Was it_ Come shepherds deck your heads_, or_ As at noon Dulcina rested_?"
45941	What hast thou done, my daughter dear, 85 For to deserve this heavy scourge?
45941	What is this we brought hame?
45941	What is your will, my owne wed- lord?
45941	What newes dost thou bring to mee?
45941	What tongue can paint lord Albret''s woe, The bitter tears he shed, The bitter pangs that wrung his heart, To find his lady dead?
45941	What will become of mee?
45941	Where are you bowne to?
45941	Where hast thou hung the carlish knighte?
45941	Who would sell the sweet possession Of suche beautye for a hope?
45941	Why did you swear mine eyes were bright, 35 Yet leave those eyes to weep?
45941	Why dost thou plein?
45941	Why that willowe in thy hat?
45941	Why thy scarffes of red and yellowe Turn''d to branches of greene willowe?
45941	Why, what dost thou think of me, quoth our king merrily, Passing thy judgment upon me so briefe?
45941	Wilt thou be usher of my hall, To wait upon my nobles all?
45941	With that she knit her brows, And looking all aquoy,[427] Quoth she, What should I have to do 15 With any prentice boy?
45941	[ 123] Saies, whether have you left with me Your bracelett or your glove?
45941	[ 140] And that beheard his deare mastèr As he stood at his garden pale: Sayes, Ever alacke, my litle foot- page, 35 What causes thee to wail?
45941	[ 166] Ride softlye, shee sayd, O Childe Waters,[167] Why doe you ryde soe fast?
45941	[ 178] Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellèn?
45941	[ 226] Is not thy hawke upon the pearche, 65 Thy horse eating corne and haye?
45941	[ 23] See you not yonder woman, 135 That maketh her self soe''cleane''?
45941	[ 264] 25 Art come to feast the crowes about my walls?
45941	_ Where are you going to?_ P. Bow''re- woman, iii.
45941	become of mee?
45941	but cold they not haue holden me when I was in all that wrath?
45941	do you know mee?
45941	has she done this to thee?
45941	have you seen a lily pale, When beating rains descend?
45941	he came againe to tell the King; the King sayd,"Lukin what did thou see?"
45941	how may this bee?"
45941	my beauteous love, quoth hee,[336] My joye, and only dear;[337] 50 Which way can I convay thee hence,[338] When dangers are so near?
45941	my lord, how shall we tell?
45941	quo me feret entheus ardor Grubbe, tui memorem?
45941	quæ ratio est, quin Grubbi protinus anser Virgilii, Flaccique simul canat inter olores?
45941	she sayd, 65 Or canst thou not very well see?
45941	shee said; Or, sweet William, are you asleep?
45941	shee that lov''d thee long?
45941	the lady said; And dropt a joyful tear: Shall I once more behold my lord?
45941	then I must hide myself, I must not goe with mine?
45941	then sayd the knighte, Must such a sword awaye be throwne?]
45941	thou noble king, 5 Howe, Arthur, hast thou sped?
45941	what causes thee to weepe?
45939	A Player?... 45939 And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath?
45939	In vain the shades of evening fall, And horrid dangers threat, What can the lover''s heart appal, Or check his eager feet? 45939 My father he is a baron bolde, Of lynage proude and hye; And what would he saye if his daughtèr 75 Awaye with a knight should fly?
45939	O Nancy, canst thou love so true, Through perils keen with me to go? 45939 O Nancy, when thou''rt far away, Wilt thou not cast a wish behind?
45939	O Nancy, wilt thou go with me, Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town? 45939 What should we talk of dainties then Of better meat than''s fit for men?
45939	_ Bass._ Why doest thou whet thy knife so earnestly?
45939	_ Peter_... why''Silver Sound?'' 45939 that thou needest to ffloute mee?
45939	vpon Eldridge hill there growes a thorne vpon the mores brodinge;& wold you, S_i_r Knight, wake there all night to day of the other Morninge? 45939 ''At what a butte now wold ye shote,''I pray thee tell to me? 45939 ), 145 says,is there noe K_nigh_t of the round table this matter will vndergoe?
45939	***** Have you not heard these many years ago Jeptha was judge of Israel?
45939	***** How long shall fortune faile me nowe, And harrowe[941] me with fear and dread?
45939	***** Quhy dois your brand sae drop wi''bluid,[411] Edward, Edward?
45939	***** The Banter of Hamlet is as follows:"_ Hamlet._''O Jeptha, Judge of Israel,''what a treasure hadst thou?
45939	***** The king sits in Dumferling toune, Drinking the blude- reid wine: O quhar will I get guid sailòr, To sail this schip of mine?
45939	--Who calls, ha?"
45939	10 Shall I bid her goe and spare not?
45939	104"but who is yond, thou good Layde, that comes yonder with an Osterne fface?"
45939	110 What man remembring how shamfully he was slayne, From bitter weepinge hymself kan restrayne?
45939	20 And whan our parish- masse was done, Our kinge was bowne[344] to dyne: He sayes, Where is syr Cauline, That is wo nt to serve the wyne?
45939	20 Close behind a renegado Loudly shouts with taunting cry; Yield thee, yield thee, Don Saavedra, Dost thou from the battle fly?
45939	20 What sudden chance is this, quoth he, That I to love must subject be, Which never thereto would agree, But still did it defie?
45939	240 What wold ye doe with my harpe,''he sayd, If I did sell itt yee?
45939	27. many a man... is, f. MS.[ 437][ they got ready?]
45939	3, Falstaff is introduced affectedly saying to Pistoll,"O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news?
45939	35 And were not they to blame, I say also, That were aboute hym, his owne servants of trust, To suffre hym slayn of his mortall fo?
45939	40 And quhat wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife, Edward, Edward?
45939	40 And wilt thou shew no more, quoth he, Than doth thy duty bind?
45939	40 What shuld I flatter?
45939	40 Wher be you, fayre Alyce, he sayd, My wife and chyldren three?
45939	50 And quhat wul ye leive to your ain mither deir?
45939	50 What frantyk frensy fyll[586] in you re brayne?
45939	60 Shall then sich maids unpitied moane?
45939	65 I pray you tell to me: You myght thus make offycers shent:[753] Good syrs, of whence be ye?
45939	80 What be your nams, then said our king, Anone that you tell me?
45939	84"but what sayst thou, thou ffrancis Nortton, mine eldest sonne and mine heyre trulye?
45939	84"but who beene yonder, my good Ladye, that walkes soe royallye on yonder greene?"
45939	88"and who beene yonder, thou gay Ladye, that walkes soe royallye him beside?"
45939	92"how many miles is itt, thou good Ladye, betwixt yond English Lord and mee?"
45939	:"What is your profession?"
45939	:--"_ Friar Jacomo._ Why, what has he done?
45939	A lytle boy''among them asked,''What meaned that gallow- tre?
45939	After such men as these have spoken, who can despise our old ballads?
45939	Am I rewarded thus, quoth he, In giving all I have 90 Unto my children, and to beg For what I lately gave?
45939	An old lord from Antiquera Thy stern father brings along; But canst thou, inconstant Zaida, Thus consent my love to wrong?
45939	Ancient wounds of hostile fury Long have rent our house and thine; Why then did thy shining merit Win this tender heart of mine?
45939	And art thou dead, thou much- lov''d youth, And didst thou dye for mee?
45939	And ein[665] wae worth ye, Jock my man, I paid ye weil your hire; 70 Quhy pu''ye out the ground- wa stane, To me lets in the fire?
45939	And how should I know your true love From many another one?
45939	And quhat wul ye doe wi''your towirs and your ha'', 35 That were sae fair to see, O?
45939	And quhat wul ye doe wi''your towirs and your ha'',[417] Edward, Edward?
45939	And quhat wul ye leive to your ain mither deir, Edward, Edward?
45939	And quhat wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife, Quhan ye gang ovir the sea, O?
45939	And quhatten penance will ye drie for that?
45939	And quhatten penance wul ye drie[415] for that, 25 Edward, Edward?
45939	And quhy sae sad gang yee, O?
45939	And what wold ye doe with my bryde soe gay, Iff I did sell her thee?
45939	And who walkes yonder, my good lady, So royallyè on yonder greene?
45939	And will he ne''er come again?
45939	And wilt thou o''er his breathless clay Strew flowers, and drop the tender tear?
45939	As they were drinking ale and wine Within kyng Estmeres halle:[431] 10 When will ye marry a wyfe, brothèr, A wyfe to glad us all?
45939	As this word had so sublime a derivation, and was so applicable to the true God, how shall we account for its being so degraded?
45939	Be ye those theves, then sayd our kyng, 85 That men have tolde of to me?
45939	But whither?
45939	But who is yond, thou lady faire, That looketh with sic an austerne[959] face?
45939	By the alteration of a few words, such as_ gang_ for_ go_,_ toun_ for_ town_,& c.,"Oh Nanny, wilt thou gang with me?"
45939	Can silent glens have charms for thee, The lowly cot and russet gown?
45939	Canst thou hold my love so small?
45939	Canst thou think I thus will lose thee?
45939	Canst thou thy costly robes forbear, To live with us in poor attire; Canst thou from courts to cells repair To sing at midnight in the quire?
45939	Canst thou, wilt thou yield thus to them?
45939	Come you hither, my nine good sonnes,[932] 65 Gallant men I trowe you bee: How many of you, my children deare, Will stand by that good erle and mee?
45939	Dr._ Farmer_ has conjectured that the song should begin thus:"Hey, jolly Robin, tell to me How does thy lady do?
45939	Here he lies dead, I do him no wrong, For who knew him standing, all his life long?"
45939	How fareth my justice, sayd the kyng, 145 And my sherife also?
45939	How long shall I in bale[942] abide, In misery my life to lead?
45939	How many miles is itt, madàme, 125 Betwixt yond English lords and mee?
45939	How may I winne him to myself?
45939	How now am I in love?
45939	I say, ye commoners, why wer ye so stark mad?
45939	If she come no more, what care I?
45939	In doing so, you glad my soul, The aged king reply''d; But what sayst thou, my youngest girl, 35 How is thy love ally''d?
45939	In the old song of Maggy Lawder, a piper is asked, by way of distinction,"Come ye frae the Border?
45939	In_ Choice, Chance, and Change, or Conceits in their Colours_( 1606), Tidero being invited to live with his friend, replies,"Why, how now?
45939	Is it true the dreadful story, Which thy damsel tells my page, That seduc''d by sordid riches 35 Thou wilt sell thy bloom to age?
45939	It was to this lady, before his marriage to her, that Percy wrote his famous song,"O Nancy, wilt thou go with me?"
45939	John, by me thou settest noe store, And that I farley[504] finde:[505] How offt send I my men beffore, And tarry my selfe behinde?
45939	Must we have gold and land ev''ry day at command?
45939	My lady is unkind perdy-- Alas, why is she so?"
45939	No longer drest in silken sheen, No longer deck''d with jewels rare, Say, canst thou quit each courtly scene, Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
45939	Nor then regret those scenes so gay, Where thou wert fairest of the fair?"
45939	Nor wistful, those gay scenes recall, Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
45939	Now fye upon thee, coward Francis, 85 Thou never learnedst this of mee: When thou wert yong and tender of age, Why did I make soe much of thee?
45939	O Bell, why dost thou flyte[827]''and scorne''?
45939	O quha 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?
45939	O see ye nat quhat I see?
45939	O willow,& c. 45 Sing, O the greene willow,& c. But what helps complaining?
45939	O, can that soft and gentle mien Extremes of hardship learn to bear, Nor, sad, regret each courtly scene, Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
45939	Oh telle me how does thy ladye gaye, 15 And what may thy tydinges bee?
45939	Or are your gold and silver_ Ewes_ and rams?
45939	Or where wylte thow come to me?
45939	Or, when thy swain mishap shall rue, To share with him the pang of woe?
45939	Our joys as winged dreams doe flye, Why then should sorrow last?
45939	Quhy dois your brand sae drop wi''bluid?
45939	Say, canst thou face the parching ray, Nor shrink before the wintry wind?
45939	Say, should disease or pain befall, Wilt thou assume the nurse''s care?
45939	See you not my merry men all, and see you not what I doe see?
45939	She would not be intreated, with prayers oft repeated, If she come no more, shall I die therefore?
45939	Since thow both man and beste doest move, What beste ys he, wyll the[812] disprove?
45939	So again:"Is not the Sabboth of al other daies the most abused?....
45939	Stand abacke, stand abacke, sayd Robin; Why draw you mee soe neere?
45939	Tell me''what''men ye ar, he says,[126] Or who s men that ye be: 60 Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays in the spyt of me?
45939	That is well said, quoth Lancelott; But sith it must be soe, 90 What knight is that thou hatest thus?
45939	The usher sayde, Yemen, what wold ye have?
45939	This order of minstrels is alluded to in the comic song of_ Maggy Lauder_, who thus addresses a piper:''Live ye upo''the border?
45939	This proves Alfred at least to have understood the theory of music; and how could this have been acquired without practising on some instrument?
45939	Tip- toe stands the anxious lover, Whispering forth a gentle sigh: 30 Alla[1030] keep thee, lovely lady; Tell me, am I doom''d to die?
45939	To the question,"You are not the pageant poet to the city of Milan, are you?"
45939	What aylde you to sle your lord agyn all right?
45939	What is thy name, faire maid?
45939	What nedethe me for to extoll his fame With my rude pen enkankerd all with rust?
45939	What needeth this, Douglas, he sayth; What needest thou to flyte[970] with mee?
45939	What shall I doe?
45939	What tydinges nowe, my boye?
45939	What were the sources from which Percy obtained the chief contents of his celebrated work?
45939	What will ye leave to your true love, My jollie young man?
45939	What willfull foly made yow to ryse agayne[587] Your naturall lord?
45939	When they had other fifty sayld, 205 Other fifty mile upon the sea, Lord Percy called to Douglas himselfe, Sayd, What wilt thou nowe doe with mee?
45939	Where schall I byde the, sayd the Dowglas?
45939	Where was your wit and reson, ye shuld have had?
45939	Who has not seen the advertisements, proposing a reward to him who should produce the best catch, canon, or glee?
45939	Who hath them slayne, sayd the kyng; Anone that thou tell me?
45939	Who needs to know it?
45939	Who talks of plum- pudding?
45939	Who would not bite at such a bait?
45939	Will he ne''er come again?
45939	Wilt thou needs be gone?
45939	Wilt thou needs be gone?
45939	Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death?
45939	With regard to the alterations(?
45939	[ 264] Was I not yesterdaye at the Newe Castell, That stonds so fayre on Tyne?
45939	[ 287][ flayed?]
45939	[ 294][ swapped?
45939	[ 326] Than out and cam the Jewis dochtèr, 5 Said, Will ye cum in and dine?
45939	[ 347] Fair Christabelle to his chaumber goes, Her maydens followyng nye: 35 O well, she sayth, how doth my lord?
45939	[ 399] The king he turned him round aboute, And in his heart was woe: 100 Is there never a knighte of my round tablè, This matter will undergoe?
45939	[ 456][ he left?
45939	[ 460] And how nowe, kempe, said the kyng of Spaine, And how what aileth thee?
45939	[ 649] And quhat a hauld sall we draw till, 5 My mirry men and me?
45939	[ 650] O see ye nat, my mirry men a''?
45939	[ 663] Lets in the reek[664] to me?
45939	[ 716] 20 Who is there now, sayde the porter, That maketh all thys knockinge?
45939	[ 862][ spurs?]
45939	[ 956] 120 And who beth yonder, thou gay ladye, That walkes so proudly him beside?
45939	[ Is there never a knighte amongst yee all Will fight for my daughter and mee?
45939	[ misreading for_ mane_(?)
45939	_ Ham._ Am not I i''th''right, old Jeptha?
45939	_ Jac._ What, has he crucified a child?
45939	_ Malvolio._ Fool----_ Clown._''Alas, why is she so?''
45939	_ Polon._ What follows then, my Lord?
45939	_ Polonius._ What a treasure had he, my Lord?
45939	_ or_ he let be opened?]
45939	do you take me for a woman, that you come upon me with a ballad of_ Come live with me and be my love_?"
45939	here we have the kynges seale: What, Lurden,[717] art thou wode?
45939	how this gentle nymph did start?
45939	i. p. 267, thus( though apparently corrupted from the Scottish idiom):"Live you upo''the Border?"
45939	must Joan my sweet bride Be a lady in chariots of pleasure to ride?
45939	nay who dares into my doings pry?
45939	syr knight, how may this bee, For my degree''s soe highe?
45939	this Ladye is gone to his chamber, 45 her maydens ffollowing Nye,"O well,"shee sayth,"how doth my Lord?"
45939	thought she: and who( though loth) So poore a wench, but gold might tempt?
45939	what and if I doe?
45939	what may it be?
45939	what may ladye Emmeline doe?
45939	what say you, Hugh Rebecke?
45939	what say you, Simon Catling?
45939	what shulde I glose[580] or paynt?
45939	why is she so?
45939	why say you soe?
45939	why''Musicke with her silver sound?''
45939	ye mad men, to far ye did excede: 60 Your hap was unhappy, to ill was your spede: What movyd you agayn hym to war or to fight?
38416	As you came from the holy- land Of Walsingham, Met you not with my true love By the way as you came?
38416	Bot again, dear luve, and again, dear luve, Will ze not turn again? 38416 But again, dear love, and again, dear love, Will ye never love me again?
38416	But again, dear love, and again, dear love, Will ye never love me again? 38416 But again, dear love, and again, dear love, Will ye not turn again?
38416	But if your wife wad dee, Jamie, 25 And sae your bairns three, Wad ye tak me to your countrie,-- Or wad ye marry me? 38416 But is there ever an Italian about your court,[L137] That will fight duels three?
38416	Cook in my kitchen, ye sall not be,-- Why was your love so easie won? 38416 False love, and hast thou played me this, In summer, among the flowers?
38416	For an I war dead, and ye war dead, And baith in ae grave laid, O, And ye and I war tane up again, 95 Wha could distan your mouls frae mine, O?
38416	Hae ye ony masons in this place, Or ony at your call, That ye may now send some of them, To build your broken wall?
38416	Hast thou play''d me that, Carmichael? 38416 Have not I no clergymen?
38416	Have you been east, or have you been west, 65 Or have you been brisk and bonny O, Or have you seen a gay lady Following a Gipsy laddie O?
38416	Hold your tongue, kind sir,she said,"And do not banter so; How will ye add affliction Unto a lover''s woe?
38416	How brent''s your brow, my Lady Elspat? 38416 How can I marry thee, Jeanie, How can I marry thee?
38416	How should I know your true love, 5 That have met many a one, As I came from the holy- land, That have come, that have gone?
38416	How should''st thou, fair lady, love me, 25 Whom thou know''st thy country''s foe? 38416 Hynd Horn fair, and Hynd Horn free, O where were you born, in what countrie?"
38416	If that service ye now do want, 45 What station will ye be? 38416 Is this young Beichan''s hall,"she said,"Or is that noble lord within?"
38416	It''s I hae fifty acres of land, It''s a''plow''d and sawn already; I am Donald the Lord of Skye, 55 And why sud na Peggy be call''d a lady? 38416 My bonnie may, my weel- faur''d may, 5 O will ye fancy me, O; And gae and be the lady o''Drum, And lat your shearing abee, O?"
38416	My bonny Lizie Baillie, 45 O come to me without delay; O wou''d ye hae sae little wit, As mind what odd folks wad say?
38416	Now hae ye play''d me this, fause love, In simmer,''mid the flowers? 38416 Now have I slain him, Tommy Pots, 385 And given him deaths wounds two or three; O lady sweet, thou art my own; Of all loves, wilt thou live with me?"
38416	O came ye here for sport, young man, Or came ye here for play? 38416 O come ye here to fight, young lord, Or come ye here to play, Or come ye here to drink good wine Upon the wedding day?"
38416	O hae ye forgotten now, young Bekie, 125 The vow ye made to me, When I took you out of prison strang, When ye was condemned to die? 38416 O hae ye got onie lands,"she says,"Or castles in your ain countrie?
38416	O have ye any lands,she said,"Or castles in your own countrie, 40 That ye could give to a lady fair, From prison strong to set you free?"
38416	O how can I hae pity on thee? 38416 O is it to a man o''might, Janet?
38416	O noble marquess,quoth they,"why do you wrong us, Thus basely for to we d, That might have got an honourable lady 45 Into your princely bed?
38416	O say you sae to me, Nelly? 38416 O shall I bide in good green wood, 15 Or stay in bower with thee?"
38416	O the doors are bolted with iron and steel, So are the windows about; 100 And my feet they are in fetters strong; And how can I get out? 38416 O waken, waken, Burd Isbel; How can ye sleep so soun''; When this is Bekie''s wedding day, And the marriage gaing on?
38416	O welcome, welcome, thou Tommy Pots, 185 Thou serving- man of low degree; How doth thy lord and master at home, And all the ladies in that country?
38416	O wha is this, or wha is that, Has stown my love frae me? 38416 O whar''s thy sword,"says Jock o''Noth,"Ye brought frae Scotland wi''thee?
38416	O wharefore should I tell my grief, Since lax I canna find? 38416 O what does this mean?"
38416	O what''s the matter, May Margaret? 38416 O where are all my wall- wight men, That I pay meat and fee; That will gae for him, true Thomas, 35 And bring him here to me?
38416	Oh Grissel, I would ask of thee If to this match thou wouldst agree? 38416 Or will ye stay at Achingour, And eat sweet milk and cheese; Or gang wi''me to Glenlyon, And there we''ll live at our ease?"
38416	Or wilt thou be my chamberlain, To make my bed both soft and fine? 38416 The castle it is high, my boy, And walled round about; My feet are in the fetters strong, And how can I get out?
38416	Whan will ye marry me, Jamie, Whan will ye marry me? 38416 What aileth you, my daughter, Janet, You look sae pale and wan?
38416	What ails you at our youngest son, That sits upon the nurse''s knee? 38416 What is the matter, ye keepers all, Or what''s the matter within, That the drums do beat, and bells do ring, 95 And make sic dolefu''din?"
38416	What is your name, ye comely dame? 38416 What like a man was Hazelgreen?
38416	What news, what news, my gude auld man? 38416 What news, what news, my little wee boy?
38416	What news, what news, my silly auld man? 38416 What news, what news, thou auld beggar man?
38416	What tydings, what tydings, thou Tommy Pots, Thou art so full of courtesie? 38416 What will ye buy to me, Jamie, 5 What will ye buy to me?"
38416	Where are ye going, my bonny boy, Where are ye going, my caddie?
38416	Where gang ye, young John,she says, 5"Sae early in the day?
38416	Where will I get a bonnie boy, to win hose and shoon, Will gae to Glenlogie, and cum again shun? 38416 Where will I get a little page, Where will I get a caddie, That will run quick to bonny Aboyne, 35 Wi''this letter to my rantin''laddie?"
38416	Who are they dare be so bold To cruelly use my lassie? 38416 Why did you leave your houses and lands, Or why did you leave your money O, Or why did you leave your own wedded lord, To follow the Gipsy laddie O?"
38416	Why weep ye by the tide, lady? 38416 Will ye go seek him young Bearwell, On seas wherever he be?
38416	Will ye go to the Hielands, bonnie Lizzie, Will ye go to the Hielands wi''me? 38416 Will ye go to the Highlands, Lizie Lindsay, Will ye go to the Highlands wi''me?
38416	Will ye lend me your begging weed, And I''ll lend you my riding steed?
38416	Wilt thou be usher of my hall, 45 To wait upon my nobles all? 38416 Wilt thou give to me thy begging coat?
38416	Wilt thou give to me thy begging staff? 38416 Your father''s steed''s in my stable, 25 He''s eating corn and hay, And you''re lying in my twa arms; What need you lang for day?"
38416	(?)
38416	***** Transcriber''s Notes Page 90, line 14: added missing apostrophe( In simmer,''mid the flowers?)
38416	-- She set the cog upon her head, An''she''s gane singing hame;"O where hae ye been, my ae daughter?
38416	--"An''sae wi''you, ye weel- bred knight, 15 And what''s your will wi''me?"
38416	--"O winna ye pity me, bonny lass, 25 O winna ye pity me?
38416	--"The night is misty and mirk, fair may, And I have ridden astray, And will you be so kind, fair may, As come out and point my way?"
38416	--"Ye lied, ye lied, my very bonny may, Sae loud as I hear you lie; 90 For dinna ye mind that misty night I was i''the bought wi''thee?
38416	100"And has he we d anither love?
38416	110"Art thou the King of Aulsberry, Or art thou the King of Spain?
38416	120 In this great distress Quoth this royal lady,"Who can now express What will become of me?
38416	120"Got thou it by sea, or got thou it by land?
38416	120"Is it for murder, or for theft?
38416	140"Is this Lord Beichan''s house,"she says,"Or is that noble lord within?"
38416	140"Is this the custome o''your house, Or the fashion o''your land, To marry a maid in a May morning, Send her back a maid at e''en?"
38416	140"Now whar''s the lady?"
38416	140"O hae ye ta''en anither bride?
38416	140"Where might I be plac''d, Gentle forester tell me; Where might I procure A service in my need?
38416	1776,) thus:"False luve, and hae ze played me this, In the simmer, mid the flowers?
38416	20 Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves off the tree?
38416	20"And what is the crime, now, lady,"he says,"That has by this young man been dane?"
38416	20"Is he a lord, or is he a laird, Or is he but a caddie?
38416	20"O who''s the owner of this place, O porter boy, tell me?"
38416	20"What sudden change is this,"quoth he,"That I to love must subject be, Which never thereto would agree, But still did it defie?"
38416	20"What''s the cause she hath left thee alone, And a new way doth take, That sometime did love thee as her life, And her joy did thee make?"
38416	20"Where is your sister, maidens?
38416	20_ His leave,& c._''Twas then proud Lady Ellensborg, And under weed smil''d she;"And who is he, that noble child That rides sae bold and free?"
38416	25 Or is it till a man that''s mean?
38416	25 What news, what news, hae ye to me?"
38416	25 Why weep ye by the tide?
38416	40"O whar will I get a little wee boy Will work for meat and fee, That will rin on to my uncle, At the foot of Benachie?"
38416	50 Or wilt thou be one of my guard?
38416	50"O will ye marry my daughter Janet?
38416	60"O are we near hame, Sir Donald, O are we near hame, I pray?"
38416	60"See ye no a''yon castles and tow''rs?
38416	60_ Greensleeves was all my joie,& c._ And who did pay for all this geare, That thou didst spend when pleased thee?
38416	80"O what care I for houses and lands, Or what care I for money O?
38416	80"What news, what news, thou bonny shepherd?
38416	Alas, what have ye done?
38416	An''winna ye pity my poor steed, Stands trembling at yon tree?"
38416	And does my Nelly say sae?
38416	And hae ye quite forgotten her, That gave you life and libertie?"
38416	And hae ye quite forgotten me?
38416	And has he clean forgotten me?"
38416	And hast thou play''d me that?"
38416	And what need''s a''this courtesie?"
38416	And when they came to Earl Percy''s yates, 95 They rode them round about; And who saw he but his own true love At a window looking out?
38416	Away this lackey- boy he ran, Then as fast as he could hie; The lady she met him two miles of the way; Says,"Why hast thou staid so long, my boy?
38416	But when he came Lord Jockey before, He kneeled lowly on his knee:"What news, what news, thou Tommy Pots, Thou art so full of courtesie?"
38416	But when he came Lord Jockey before, He kneeled lowly on his knee;"What news, what news, thou Tommy Pots, 135 Thou art so full of courtesie?
38416	Can ye card wool, or spin, fair maid, Or milk the cows to me?"
38416	Down the stair her father came, And looked proud and saucy;"Who is the man, and what is his name, That ye ca''your rantin''laddie?
38416	Gets you to be his bride, fair maid, And him I''ll no bemean; 30 But when I take my words again, Whom call ye Hazelgreen?
38416	He rode till he came to Earl Percy''s gate, 25 He tirled at the pin:"O wha is there?"
38416	He turn''d about wi''surly look, And said,"What''s that to thee?
38416	He''s ta''en his true love by the hand, 175 He led her up the plain:"Have you any more of your English dogs You want for to have slain?"
38416	How gouden yellow is your hair?
38416	I dern with the bot gif I daill, 247;_ unless I secretly dally with thee_?
38416	In cam''the young laird o''Kincassie, 5 An''a bonnie young laddie was he--"Will ye lea''yere ain kintra, Lizzie, An''gang to the Hielands wi''me?"
38416	It''s what wad ye gie to the ladie fair 55 Wha out o''prison wad set you free?"
38416	Maun I leave my father and mother, Awa''wi''young Donald to gae?"
38416	O gentle death, when wilt thou come?
38416	O wha wad wish the wind to blaw, Or the green leaves fa''therewith?
38416	O wherefore need I busk my head?
38416	O wherefore should I busk my head?
38416	O wherefore should I kaim my hair?
38416	O why was your love sae easie won?
38416	Or art thou one of our gay Scots lords, M''Nachton be thy name?"
38416	Or came ye for our bonnie bride, 55 On this her wedding day?"
38416	Or is it for robberie?
38416	Or is it the young Earl o''Aboyne, That ye ca''your rantin''laddie?"
38416	Or is it to one of my poor soldiers, That I''ve brought hame frae Spain?"
38416	Or wha wad wish a lealer love Than Brown Adam the Smith?
38416	Or wherfore should I kame my hair?
38416	Or wilt thou be taster of my wine, To wait on me when I do dine?
38416	Pay I no clergy fee, O?
38416	Quhat alis lufe with me?"
38416	Quhat he s marrit thà © in thy mude, Makyne, to me thow schaw; Or quhat is love, or to be lude?
38416	Quoth he,"My children now are slain; What thinks fair Grissel of the same?
38416	Says,"who has done you the wrong, fair maid, And left you here alane; Or who has kiss''d your lovely lips, 15 That ye ca''Hazelgreen?"
38416	She kindly takes him by the hand:"Good sir,"said shee,"would you speake with any heere?"
38416	She''s done her down to Heyvalin, With the light of the mune: Says,--"Will ye do this deed for me, 45 And will ye do it sune?
38416	The porter''s gane before the queen, Fell low down on his knee; 30"Win up, win up, my porter boy, What makes this courtesie?"
38416	Then out it spak her, bonny Jane, The youngest o''the three: 70"O lady, why look ye sae sad?
38416	Then out it spake a sweet, sweet voice, Out ower the castell wa'',"Now isna that Lady Maisry That makes sic a dolefu''fa''?
38416	Then to the skipper she did say, 125"Can ye this answer gie to me-- Where are Lord Beichan''s lands sae braid?
38416	Weel I wat, ye be a very bonny may, But whae''s aught that babe ye are wi''?"
38416	What hard hap hath brought you here?"
38416	What news hast thou to tell to me?"
38416	Wheder wyl ye goo?
38416	When the porter came his lord before,[L109] He kneeled down low on his knee---- 110"What aileth thee, my proud porter, Thou art so full of courtesie?"
38416	Where is your sister, maidens, That she is not walking with you?"
38416	Where is your sister, now?
38416	Wherefore stay you here, 70 Refusing me, your loving wife, For an harlot''s sake, Which each one will take; Whose vile deeds provoke much strife?
38416	Why say ye so?
38416	Why shuld ye nought?
38416	Will ye go to the Highlands, Lizie Lindsay, And dine on fresh cruds and green whey?"
38416	Will ye show him to me?"
38416	Will ye tak me to your countrie,-- 15 Or will ye marry me?"
38416	Will you hear a Spanish lady, How she woo''d an English man?
38416	Yf I had neede, as God forbede, What rescous coude ye finde?
38416	_ Arm._ Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar?
38416	_ His leave the page takes to- day from his master._"Will thou thee out ride, 5 Sir Magnus''s bride to see?
38416	_ His leave,& c._"And is''t the young Child Dyrè That rides sae bold and free?
38416	_ O willow,& c._ 45_ Sing, O the greene willow,& c._"But what helps complaining?
38416	_ With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan_; Or got thou it off a dead man''s hand?
38416	_ With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan_; What news, what news, by sea or land?
38416	_ holly- boats_?
38416	beked, 305,_ made warm_?
38416	belinger, 283?
38416	benjed, 305,_ received hospitably_,_ made preparations for his comfort_?
38416	boud, 297?
38416	coffer,_ coif_,_ a woman''s head- dress_?
38416	deill, 250,_ deal_; 247,_ dally_?
38416	fa'', 300?
38416	gare, below her,_ below the gore in the edge of her skirt?
38416	or below her dress merely?_ gaucy, 76,_ burly_,_ strong_.
38416	quoth he;"What news hast thou to tell to me?"
38416	says the captain;"Where''s my brother''s children three?"
38416	splene, on the, 156?
38416	upricht, 253,_ straightway_?
38416	who''ll comfort me?
38416	why dost thou so?
38416	worldling, 230,_ pet_?
38037	An asking,said the lady gay,"An asking ye''ll grant me:""Ask on, ask on,"said Sir Colvin,"What may your asking be?"
38037	And how nowe, kempe,sayd the kyng of Spayne,"And how what aileth thee?"
38037	And is she the King o''Scotland''s fair dochter? 38037 And the sevent of your sons, my lord, 25 Sits on the nurse''s knee: And how can I look maiden- like, When a maid I''ll never be?
38037	And wha''s blood is this,he says,"That lies in my ha''?"
38037	And whare''s the bairns o''this house, That ca''me Lamkin?
38037	And whare''s the women o''this house, 25 That ca''me Lamkin?
38037	And what wold ye doe with my bryde soe gay, Iff I did sell her yee? 38037 Art thou fair Annie, sister mine, Thou noble violet flower?
38037	At kirk and market when we meet, We''ll dare make nae avowe, But--''Dame, how does my gay goss- hawk?'' 38037 But how sall I your true love find, Or how suld I her know?
38037	But if you are a carle''s daughter, As I take you to be, 210 How did you get the gay clothing, In green wood ye had on thee?
38037	But if you be a carle''s daughter, As I believe you be, How did ye learn the good Latin, In green wood ye spoke to me?
38037	But wha will bake my bridal bread, Or brew my bridal ale? 38037 But wha will bake your wedding bread, And brew your bridal ale?
38037	But where''s the lady o''this castle?
38037	Gude day, gude day, my liege the king, 55 Gude day, gude day, to thee;"Gude day,quo''he,"my lady fair, What is''t ye want wi''me?"
38037	Hath any one done to thee wronge, Any of thy fellowes here? 38037 How can we get at her?"
38037	How do ye now, ye sweet Tamas? 38037 How shall I come down, how can I come down, How shall I come down to thee?
38037	How shall we get them down?
38037	How will I come up? 38037 Is there never a knighte amongst yee all Will fight for my daughter and mee?
38037	Is this the bairn o''this house?
38037	It''s how can I come doun, This cauld frosty nicht, Without e''er a coal Or a clear candle licht?
38037	Jump on behind, ye weill- faur''d may, 35 Or do ye chuse to ride?
38037	May be I am a carle''s daughter, And may be never nane; 150 When ye met me in the green wood, Why did you not let me alane?
38037	May be I am a carle''s daughter, And may be never nane; 190 When ye met me in the good green wood, Why did you not let me alane? 38037 My father he is a baron bolde, Of lynage proude and hye; And what would he saye if his daughter 75 Awaye with a knight should fly?
38037	O Guid forbid,said fair Annie,"That e''er the like fa''in my hand; 50 Wou''d I forsake my ain gude lord, And follow you, a gae- through- land?
38037	O I am waking, sweete,he said,"Sweete ladye, what is your will?"
38037	O came ye here to hunt or hawk, As ye hae dune before, O? 38037 O dinna ye see that bonny castell, 105 Wi''halls and towers sae fair?
38037	O dinna ye see your ain gude lord, 105 Stand bleeding by your knee?
38037	O ha ye seen Sir James the Rose, The young heir o''Buleighan? 38037 O hald your tongue, Mary Hamilton, Let all those words go free; 30 O where is the little babie That I heard weep by thee?"
38037	O has he robbed you of your gold, Or has he robbed you of your fee?
38037	O have ye tint, at tournament, 5 Your sword, or yet your spear? 38037 O how can I carry a letter to her, 5 When her I do not know?
38037	O how can I look maiden- like, When maiden I''ll ne''er be; 10 When seven brave sons I''ve born to thee, And the eighth is in my bodie? 38037 O mindna ye on your sister Bess, That lives in the French countrie?"
38037	O quha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me; To send me out this time o''the zeir, To sail upon the se? 38037 O sall I kill her, nourice?
38037	O tell me this now, good lord John, And a word ye dinna lie, How far it is to your lodgin, Whare we this night maun be?
38037	O wha is yon, that came this way, Sae hastilie that hither came? 38037 O wha''s blood is this,"he says, 85"That lies in the châmer?"
38037	O whae is this at my bower door, That chaps sae late, or kens the gin?
38037	O whare is your gude lord?
38037	O what means a''this greeting? 38037 O what''ll my poor father think, As he comes through the town, 70 To see the face of his Molly fair Hanging on the gallows pin?
38037	O where is now my ain gude lord, He stays sae far frae me?
38037	O where is now my wedded lord, And where now can he be? 38037 O where is your lady?"
38037	O where will I get a bonny boy, That will win hose and shoon,-- That will gang quickly to Sittingen''s rocks, And bid my lady come?
38037	O where will I get a little boy, 25 That will win hose and shoon, To rin sae fast to Darlinton, And bid fair Eleanor come?
38037	O where will I get a little wee boy Will tak''my helm in hand, Till I gae up to my tapmast, And see for some dry land?
38037	Of that same gift wuld ye give me, If I wuld bring him unto thee? 38037 Or hae ye onie lands or rents 105 Lying at libertie?
38037	Ride softlye,shee sayd,"O Childe Waters: Why doe you ryde so fast?
38037	Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellen? 38037 Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellen?
38037	Sith you have had your wille of mee, And put me to open shame, Now, if you are a courteous knighte, 15 Tell me what is your name?
38037	Sleepe you, wake you, faire Sir Gyles? 38037 The very sole o''that lady''s foot 5 Than thy face is far mair white:""But, nevertheless, now, Erl Richard, Ye will bide in my bower a''night?"
38037	There is a knicht into your court, This day has robbed me;60"O has he tane your gowd,"he says,"Or has he tane your fee?"
38037	There need nae bason, Lamkin; Lat it run through the floor; What better is the heart''s blood O''the rich than o''the poor?
38037	Wad ye ken your fause love, Amang a hundred men?
38037	Wha looks to dreams, my winsome dame? 38037 Wha was your father, my girl,"she says,"Or wha was your mother?
38037	Whar are ye gaing Sir James,she said,"O whar awa are ye riding?"
38037	Whar sall I gae, whar sall I rin, Whar sall I rin to lay me? 38037 Whare gat ye that gay claithing, 45 This day I see on thee?"
38037	What ails the king at me,he said,"What ails the king at me?"
38037	What brought ye here, my lady gay, So far awa from your ain countrie? 38037 What care I for Lonkin, Or any of his gang?
38037	What care I for your hundred pounds? 38037 What is your will, my own wed- lord?
38037	What news, what news, my bonny boy, What news have ye to me? 38037 What news, what news, palmer,"she said,"And from what countrie cam ye?"
38037	What tydinges nowe, my boye?
38037	When will ye, Michaell o''Livingston, Wad for this lady gay?
38037	Where are the lads o''this castle?
38037	Where hae ye been, now, ladye fair, Where hae ye been sae late? 38037 Where''s the lord of the hall?"
38037	Where''s the maids of the hall?
38037	Where''s the men of the hall?
38037	Why grieve you, damselle faire?
38037	Why weep ye so, ye burgess wives, 65 Why look ye so on me? 38037 Wi me, Marg''ret, wi me, Marg''ret, 5 What wad ye do wi''me?
38037	Will I go to the salt, salt seas, And see the fishes swim? 38037 Will ye gae to the cards or dice, Or to a tavern fine?
38037	Will you wear the short clothes, Or will you wear the side; Or will you walk to your wedding, 155 Or will you till it ride?
38037	-- 120 The boy stared wild like a gray goss- hawk, Says,--"What may a''this mean?"
38037	-- 60 In anger he went to the Queen, Who fell upon her knee; He said,"You false, unchaste woman, What''s this you''ve done to me?"
38037	-- Out up then spake a bonny bird, Sat high upon a tree,-- 30"How could you kill that noble lord?
38037	-- Then up and spake the popinjay, 95 Says--"What needs a''this din?
38037	--"But how can I gang maiden- like, When maiden I am nane?
38037	--"Gar douk, gar douk,"the King he cried,"Gar douk for gold and fee; O wha will douk for Erl Richard''s sake, 65 Or wha will douk for me?"
38037	--"O how sall I eat or drink, master, Wi''heart sae fu''o''pine?"
38037	10 So Marie mild, where is the child?
38037	100"O nourice, wanted ye your meat, Or wanted ye your fee, Or wanted ye for any thing, A fair lady could gie?"
38037	100"O was ye gentle gotten, maid?
38037	110"O wha was''t was your father, Annie, Or wha was''t was your mother?
38037	140 The bride gan stand her lord before:"Now speak, and dinna spare; Whare is this fair young lady frae?
38037	20 And whan our parish- masse was done, Our kinge was bowne to dyne: He sayes,"Where is Syr Cauline, That is wo nt to serve the wyne?"
38037	20 But think na ye my heart was sair, When I laid the moul''on his yellow hair; O think na ye my heart was wae, When I turn''d about, away to gae?
38037	20 Have I not born seven sons to thee, And am with child again?"
38037	20 He turn''d him right and round about, And to the queen said he,--"Who is the bravest man, my dame, That ever your een did see?"
38037	20 My lord he stood upon the deck, I wyte he hail''d me courteouslie;"Ye are thrice welcome, my lady gay, Whase aught that bairn on your knee?"
38037	20 Now ben did come his father dear, Wearing a golden band; Says,"Is there nae leech in Edinburgh, Can cure my son from wrang?"
38037	20 Queen Mary came tripping down the stair, Wi''the gold strings in her hair:"O whare''s the little babie,"she says,"That I heard greet sae sair?"
38037	20"O come ye here to part your land, The bonnie Forest thorough?
38037	20"O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the king o''me, To send us out at this time of the year, To sail upon the sea?
38037	20"O whare''s a''the men o''this house, That ca''me Lamkin?"
38037	20"O where is his auld son?"
38037	20"Why make ye all this moan, lady?
38037	240"And what wold ye doe with my harpe,"he sayd, Iff I did sell it yee?"
38037	30 Is Earl Robert in very good health, And the ladies of your countrie?"
38037	30 Or wha will welcome your brisk bride That you bring owre the dale?"
38037	30 Or what''s the matter, Fause Foodrage, Or wha has loot you in?"
38037	30 Or will ye gae to a table forebye, And birl baith beer and wine?"
38037	30"Where''s the ladies of the hall?"
38037	335,)_ refreshed with food_?
38037	40 The King said unto Rodingham,"What news have you to me?"
38037	40"How far is it frae your mither''s bouer, Gude Lord John tell to me?"
38037	40"I send him the rings from my white fingers, The garlands off my hair; I send him the heart that''s in my breast: What would my love have mair?
38037	40"O see na ye yon castell, Ellen, That shines sae fair to see?
38037	40"What hath he robbed thee of, sweet heart?
38037	40"Where are the lasses o''this castle?"
38037	45 And how gaes a''in your countrie?"
38037	50 O where is now my wedded lord?
38037	50"What''s that thou says, thou limmer loon?
38037	60 Then out it speaks Sir Patrick Spens,--"O how can a''this bee?
38037	60"O where will I get a gude sailor, To take my helm in hand, Till I get up to the tall topmast, To see if I can spy land?"
38037	65"What is your will with mee?"
38037	70 53, Should we not read_ warld''s mate_?
38037	80"Will I kill her?"
38037	90 Then up and spake the King himsell, When he saw the deadly wound--"O wha has slain my right- hand man, That held my hawk and hound?"
38037	90"She sends you the rings from her fingers, The garlands from her hair; She sends you the heart within her breast: And what would you have mair?
38037	95''Madame, how does my dow?''"
38037	And aye he turn''d him round about, And smiled amang his men, 80 Says--"Like ye best the old ladye, Or her that''s new come hame?"
38037	And had you ony sister, Annie, Or had you ony brother?"
38037	And wha will welcome my brisk bride, That I bring o''er the dale?"
38037	As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane; The tane unto the t''other say,"Where sall we gang and dine to- day?"
38037	As they were drinking ale and wine Within kyng Estmeres halle, 10"When will ye marry a wyfe, brother, A wyfe to gladd us all?"
38037	But deep into the wan water There stands a great big stone; He turned his wight horse head about, Said,"Lady fair, will ye loup on?"
38037	But in and cam the Queen hersel, Wi''gowd plait on her hair;-- 20 Says,"Mary Hamilton, whare is the babe That I heard greet sae sair?"
38037	But out and spak lord John''s mother, 85 And a wise woman was she:"Whare met ye wi''that bonny boy, That looks sae sad on thee?
38037	But then spake a wylie lord, Unto the queen said he:"O tell me quha''s the fairest face Rides in the company?"
38037	Fair Annie is till his mither gane: 125"O lady mither,"said she,"May I gang to the bridal bower, My lord''s new bride to see?"
38037	Fair Christabelle to his chaumber goes, Her maydens followyng nye: 35"O well,"she sayth,"how doth my lord?"
38037	Has your wine barrels cast the girds, Or is your white bread gone?
38037	He never was the courteous knighte, To saye,"Faire maide, will ye ride?"
38037	Hee sayth,"seest thou yond water, Ellen, That flows from banke to brimme?"
38037	How can I come to thee?
38037	How can I come up?
38037	How dares thou stand to speak to me?
38037	How often is the renowned Arthur, in such exhibitions, obliged to exclaim,"O Jhesu, what knight is that arrayed all in grene( or as the case may be)?
38037	It has been suggested to the editor that the author of the poem seems to have had in his eye the story of Gunhilda, who is sometimes called Eleanor(?
38037	O heard ye o''Sir James the Rose, The young heir o''Buleighan?
38037	O whare''s the lady o''this house, That ca''s me Lamkin?"
38037	O whatten a gift to my lemman Annie Will now by you be gi''en?"
38037	Of purple or of pall?
38037	Oh telle me how does thy ladye gaye, 15 And what may thy tydinges bee?"
38037	Or be you not within?
38037	Or came ye here to wiel''your brand, Upo''the braes o''Yarrow?"
38037	Or come ye here to wield your brand, On the dowie houms of Yarrow?"
38037	Or had you ever a sister dear, Or had you ever a brother?"
38037	Or hae ye onie corn?
38037	Or hae ye onie education, To dance alang wi''me?"
38037	Or hae ye onie gerss growin''?
38037	Or hath he took thy gaye gold ring From off thy finger small?"
38037	Or is any of thy good friends dead, That thou shedst manye a teare?
38037	Or mourn ye for the southern lass, Whom ye may not win near?"
38037	Or sall I lat her be?"
38037	Or was ye gentle born?
38037	Or will I go to the gay green wood, 85 And hear the small birds sing?"
38037	Out then came the Jew''s daughter,--"Will ye come in and dine?"
38037	Page 303; lines 53, 54: added missing quotation marks("What ails the king at me,"he said,"What ails the king at me?")
38037	Shall I venture my body in field to fight With a man that''s faith and troth to me?
38037	She saw the flames ascending high, 105 The tears blinded her ee:"Where is the worthy knight,"she said,"Who is to fight for me?"
38037	She turn''d her right and round about, 25 Says,"Why take ye sic dreads o''me?
38037	Shee, all the long daye Childe Waters rode, 45 Ran barefoote by his syde, Yet was he never soe courteous a knighte, To say,"Ellen, will you ryde?"
38037	Than out and cam the Jewis dochter, 5 Said,"Will ye cum in and dine?"
38037	That lord is to Fair Annie gane: Says,"Annie, thou winsome may, O whatten a gude gift will ye gi''e 75 My bride on her bridal day?"
38037	The King sits in Dunfermline town, A- drinking at the wine; Says,"Where will I get a good skipper Will sail the saut seas fine?"
38037	The first water that they cam to, I think they call it Clyde, He saftly unto her did say,--"Lady Marg''ret, will ye ride?"
38037	The king he turned him round aboute, And in his heart was woe: 100"Is there never a knighte of my round table This matter will undergoe?
38037	The king sits in Dumferling[2] toune, Drinking the blude- reid wine:"O quhar will I get guid sailor, To sail this schip of mine?"
38037	The king sits in Dunfermline town, Drinking the blude- red wine:"O whare will I get a skeely skipper To sail this new ship of mine?"
38037	The lady she amazed was, To hear the villain speak; 70"Alas,"quoth she,"what shall I do?
38037	The one of them said to his mate,"Where shall we our breakefast take?"
38037	Then Christie Græme he stooped low Unto the ground, you shall understand;--"O father, put on your glove again, The wind has blown it from your hand?"
38037	Then down cam Queen Marie Wi''gold links in her hair, Saying,"Marie mild, where is the child, That I heard greet sair sair?"
38037	Then from the vault John Thomson came, Wringing his hands most piteouslie:"What would ye do,"the Turk he cried, 95"If ye had me as I hae thee?"
38037	Then out it spak the lady, 45 As she stood on the stair,"What ails my bairn, nourice, That he''s greeting sae sair?
38037	Then up and raise him, King Honour, Says--"What means a''this din?
38037	Whan he had got his wills o''her, 5 His will as he has tane;"Wad ye be sae gude and kind, As tell to me your name?"
38037	Whareto greets she sae sair?"
38037	When he came to my lady''s gate, 5 He tirled at the pin; And wha was sae ready as the lady hersell To open and let him in?
38037	Whether thou''s gotten thy deadly wound, Or if God and good leeching may succour thee?"
38037	Why make ye all this moan?
38037	You are both stark and stoor; Would you defile the King''s own bed, And make his Queen a whore?
38037	Young Waters came before the King, Fell low down on his knee; 50"Win up, win up, young Waters, What''s this I hear o''thee?"
38037	[ L30] 30 Then up and spoke the popinjay That sat upon the tree--"What hae ye done wi''Erl Richard?
38037	[ L32] And that beheard his deare master As he stood at his garden pale: Sayes,"Ever alacke, my litle foot- page, 35 What causes thee to wail?
38037	_ Is this a contraction of pall, and is pall, an alley or mall in which games of ball are played?_ pall,_ a kind of rich cloth_.
38037	bedeene, 247,_ immediately?__ continuously?_ bedight,_ furnished_.
38037	bedeene, 247,_ immediately?__ continuously?_ bedight,_ furnished_.
38037	breast, 44,_ make a horse spring up or forward_?
38037	chive, 290,_ mouthfull_?
38037	coffer,_ coif_,_ head- dress_,_ cap_?
38037	fin, 342?
38037	gare, below her,_ below the_[_ gore in the edge of the_]_ skirt_?
38037	he sayd, 125"And what doth cause you moane?"
38037	lake, 58,_ hollow place_,_ grave_?
38037	pin,_ summit_; gallows pin,_ top of the gallows_?
38037	prude, 31,_ proud_?
38037	quo''Belinkin,"Will I kill her, or let her be?"
38037	renish, renisht, 161, 167?
38037	said Christie Græme,"But where sae lang frae hame were ye?"
38037	she says:"What needs this courtesie?"
38037	syr knight, how may this bee, For my degree''s soe highe?
38037	was I not much to blame?
38037	what may ladye Emmeline doe?
38037	what shall I do, 5 Tormented night and day?
38037	wightsmen, 325,_ husbandmen?_ win,_ come_,_ reach_; win near,_ come near_; win up,_ get up_.
45242	And see not ye that bonny road, That winds about the ferny brae? 45242 And see ye not that braid braid road, That lies across that lily leven?
45242	And wha''s ta''en down the bush o''woodbine, That hung between her bower and mine? 45242 And what meat''s in this house, Lady?
45242	And what meats in this house, Lady? 45242 And what meats in this house, Lady?
45242	And what will I say to my mother dear, Gin she chance to say, Willy, where''s John?
45242	And what will I say to my sister dear, Gin she chance to say, Willy, where''s John?
45242	And what''s the bed i''this house, Lady, That ye''re nae welcome tae?
45242	And when shall I see again my grey mare?
45242	Awa'', awa'', ye coal- black smith, Would ye do me the wrang, To think to gain my maidenhead, That I hae kept sae lang?
45242	But again, dear love, and again, dear love, Will ye never love me again? 45242 But wha will bake my bridal bread, Or brew my bridal ale?
45242	But what shall I say to her you love dear, Gin she cry, why tarries my John?
45242	But what will I say to your father dear, Gin he chance to say, Willy, where''s John?
45242	For an''I war dead, and ye war dead, And baith in ae grave laid, O, And ye and I war tane up again, Wha could distan your moulds frae mine, O?
45242	From whence came ye, young man?
45242	Go, take your farmer''s son, With all my honest heart; What tho''my name be Roger, That goes at plough and cart? 45242 Hast thou play''d me that, Carmichael?
45242	Have not I no clergymen? 45242 How far are you going this way?"
45242	If that service ye now do want, What station will ye be? 45242 Is this the Duke o''Albany, Or James, the Scottish king?
45242	Is this young Beichan''s gates,says she,"Or is that noble prince within?"
45242	My bonny may, my weel- faur''d may, O will you fancy me, O; And gae and be the Lady o''Drum, And lat your shearing abee, O?
45242	My hands are tied, but my tongue is free, And wha will dare this deed avow? 45242 Now cheer up, sire abbot, did you never hear yet, That a fool he may learn a wise man wit?
45242	Now hae ye play''d me this, fause love, In simmer, mid the flowers? 45242 O are ye come to drink the wine, As ye hae doon before, oh?
45242	O gin that ye like me as well As your tongue tells to me, What hour o''the night, my lady bright, At your bower shall I be?
45242	O got ye this by sea, or land? 45242 O hae ye taen a bonny bride?
45242	O have ye any lands, or rents, Or cities in your own country, Could free you out of prison strong, And could maintain a lady free?
45242	O have you seen a pretty ewe That hath a tender lamb; Astrayed from the orchard glade That little one and dam?
45242	O hold your tongue, ye lady fair, Let a''your folly be; Mind ye not on your turtle doo Last day ye brought wi''thee?
45242	O how can I your true love ken, Or how can I her know? 45242 O is my basnet a widow''s curch?
45242	O is there nae a bonny bird Can sing as I can say, Could flee away to my mother''s bower, And tell to fetch Johnnie away?
45242	O say you so to me, Nelly? 45242 O see not ye yon narrow road, So thick beset with thorns and briars?
45242	O tell me mair, young man,she said,"This does surprise me now; What country hae ye come frae?
45242	O wha has loosed the nine witch knots, That was amang that lady''s locks? 45242 O wha is yon, that came this way, Sae hastily that hither came?
45242	O wha was''t was your father, Annie, Or wha was''t was your mother? 45242 O what drink''s in this house, Lady, That ye''re nae welcome tae?"
45242	O what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills, That the sun shines sweetly on?
45242	O what''s the matter, May Margaret? 45242 O where are all my porter- boys That I pay meat and fee, To open my gates baith wide and braid?
45242	O where are all my rangers bold That I pay meat and fee, To search the forest far an''wide, And bring Akin to me?
45242	O who''s the owner of this place, O porter boy, tell me?
45242	O why pu''ye the nut, the nut, Or why brake ye the tree? 45242 O will you father your bairn on me, And on no other man?
45242	O, may not ye be sorry, madame, O, may not ye be sorry, madame, To leave a''your lands at bonny Cumberland, And follow home your footman- laddy?
45242	Of that same gift would ye give me, If I would bring him unto thee? 45242 Pray, what of buxom Joan?
45242	The very soles of my love''s feet Is whiter than thy face:"But, nevertheless, now, Young Hunting, Ye''ll stay with me a''night?
45242	Well, Mr King, pray how dye do? 45242 What ails ye, what ails ye, Fair Annie, That ye make sic a moan?
45242	What brought ye here, my lady gay, So far awa''from your ain country? 45242 What did ye get for your supper, Lord Donald, my son?
45242	What is the cause,said Little John,"Thou sparrest the gates so fast?"
45242	What is your name, ye comely dame? 45242 What like were your fishes, Lord Donald, my son?
45242	What need I be sorry?
45242	What needs you care for your bonny hind? 45242 What needs you care for your bonny hind?
45242	What news, what news, palmer,she said,"And from what country came ye?"
45242	What news, what news, ye gray- headed carle, What news bring ye to me?
45242	What news, what news?
45242	What wad ye hae for your supper, Lord Donald, my son? 45242 What will ye leave to your brither, Lord Donald, my son?
45242	What will ye leave to your father, Lord Donald, my son? 45242 What will ye leave to your sister, Lord Donald, my son?
45242	What will ye leave to your true- love, Lord Donald, my son? 45242 Where are ye gaun, ye mason lads, Wi''a''your ladders lang and high?"
45242	Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?
45242	Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?
45242	Where be ye gaun, ye marshal- men?
45242	Where gang ye, young John,she says,"Sae early in the day?
45242	Where gat ye the fishes, Lord Donald, my son? 45242 Where is the monk that these should have brought?"
45242	Why art thou walking abroad alone? 45242 Why trespass ye on the English side?
45242	Will ye tell me, ye wee little boy, Where may my Margaret be?
45242	Will you lend me thy begging rung? 45242 Will you lend me your begging coat?
45242	Will you tell me if any there be That will give me employ To plough and sow, and reap and mow, And be a farmer''s boy? 45242 (_ Bittel_, Botolph(?)) 45242 (_ benty line,_ path covered with bent(?). 45242 (_ boud_, was bound(?). 45242 (_ pinge_, woe.0And has he ta''en a bonny bride?
45242	(_ strattlins,_ straddlings(?).
45242	--"But how can I gang maiden- like, When maiden I am nane?
45242	--"O whaten a mountain is yon,"she said,"All so dreary wi''frost and snow?"
45242	--]"If I was to leave my husband dear, And my two babes also, O what have you to take me to, If with you I should go?"
45242	An''has he clean forgotten me?"
45242	And as we cross''d the Bateable Land, When to the English side we held, The first o''men that we met wi'', Wha should it be but fause Sakelde?
45242	And aye he turn''d him round about, And smiled amang his men, Says--"Like ye best the old lady, Or her that''s new come hame?"
45242	And had you ony sister, Annie, Or had you ony brother?"
45242	And hae ye quite forgotten her, That gave you life and liberty?"
45242	And hae ye quite forsaken me?
45242	And hast thou play''d me that?"
45242	And wha has kill''d the master kid, That ran beneath that lady''s bed?
45242	And wha has loosed her left foot shee, And letten that lady lighter be?"
45242	And wha will welcome my brisk bride, That I bring o er the dale?"
45242	And wha''s ta''en out the kaims o''care, That hang amang that lady''s hair?
45242	And what needs a''this courtesy?"
45242	And when we came to the lower prison, Where Willy o''Kinmont he did lie--"O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willy, Upon the morn that thou''s to die?"
45242	But think na ye my heart was sair, When I laid the mould on his yellow hair; O think na ye my heart was wae, When I turn''d about, away to gae?
45242	Ca n''t I please you as well?
45242	Can ye card wool, or spin, fair maid, Or milk the cows to me?"
45242	For why she was within;_ With how do you do?
45242	Has your wine barrels cast the girds, Or is your white bread gone?
45242	Have I not born seven sons to thee, And am with child again?"
45242	He has ta en her by the middle sae sma'', Says,"Lady, where is your drury?"
45242	He turn''d about wi''surly look, And said,"What''s that to thee?
45242	He''s ca''d upon his merry young men, By ane, by twa, and by three,"O what''s come o''my daughter dear, That she''s na come to me?
45242	His landlord it made him to stare, When he did the sight behold;"Where did thou get the white money, And where get the yellow gold?"
45242	How dares thou stand to speak to me?
45242	How they hae taen bould Kinmont Willy, On Haribee to hang him up?
45242	Is there never a seaman bold In the Netherlands?
45242	KINMONT WILLY[ Illustration: 0111]|O have ye na heard o''the fause Sakelde?
45242	Likewise the king of Spain, And how can he be true to me That hath been false to twain?"
45242	Must I leave Edinburgh city, To the high Highland to gae?"
45242	Now the first she did behold, O it was a sailor bold,"Have you seen my simple ploughboy?"
45242	O have ye na heard of the keen Lord Scroope?
45242	O say ye so to me?
45242	O when the porter came up the stair, He''s fa''n low down upon his knee--"Win up, win up, ye proud porter, And what makes a''this courtesy?"
45242	O where hae ye been a''day, my jolly young man?"
45242	O where will I get a bonny boy, To rin my errand soon; That will rin into fair England, An''haste him back again?
45242	Or answer by the Border law?
45242	Or answer to the bauld Buccleuch?"
45242	Or are ye come to wield the brand, On the bonny banks of Yarrow?"
45242	Or are ye some great foreign lord, That''s come a visiting?"
45242	Or got ye it off a dead man''s hand?"
45242	Or my lance a wand of the willow- tree?
45242	Or saw ye his Peggy dear riving her hair?"
45242	Or wha wad wish a lealer love Than Brown Adam the Smith?
45242	Out has he drawn his lang, lang bran'', Struck it across the plain:"Is there any more o''your English dogs, That you want to be slain?"
45242	Pay I no clergy fee, O?
45242	Says,"Baron o''Brackley, O are ye within?
45242	She''s turned her right and round about The tear was in her ee:"How can I come to my true- love Except I had wings to flee?
45242	So to Tommy he goes and to Tommy he pops:"Between my horse and thine, prithee, Tommy, what swops?
45242	Such folly speak no more: How can''st thou love a roving man Thou ne''er hast seen before?"
45242	THE DÆMON LOVER[[ Illustration: 9052]|O where have you been, my long, long love, This long seven years and more?"
45242	THE TWA BROTHERS|There were twa brethren in the north, They went to the school together; The one unto the other said Will ye try a warsle afore?
45242	That I hae left to gie?"
45242	That ye''re nae welcome tae?"
45242	That yere nae welcome tae?"
45242	The porter''s gane before the queen, Fell low down on his knee;"Win up, win up, my porter boy, What makes this courtesy?"
45242	The twelvemonth and a day being up, The dead began to speak:"Oh, who sits weeping on my grave, And will not let me sleep?"
45242	Then Christie Græme he stooped low Unto the ground, you shall understand;--"O father, put on your glove again, The wind has blown it from your hand?"
45242	Then from the vault John Thomson came, Wringing his hands most piteously:"What would ye do,"the Turk he cried,"If ye had me as I hae thee?"
45242	Then he was mighty jovial too, His son did soon begin,_ With how do you do?
45242	Then she unto the parson said,"Shall I be so when I am dead?"
45242	Then spoke the little ship- boy In the Netherlands;"Master, master, what will you give me?
45242	Twa gallanter Gordons did never sword draw; But against four and thirty, wae''s me, what is twa?
45242	What did ye get for your supper, my jolly young man?"
45242	What like were your fishes, my jolly young man?"
45242	What pedigree are you?"
45242	What wad ye hae for your supper, my jolly young man?"
45242	What will give me to boot?
45242	What will ye leave to your brither, my jolly young man?"
45242	What will ye leave to your father, my jolly young man?"
45242	What will ye leave to your sister, my jolly young man?"
45242	What will ye leave to your true- love, my jolly young man?"
45242	What''s that thou says, thou limmer loon?
45242	When as this gallant Rainbow Did come where Ward did lie,"Where is the captain of this ship?"
45242	When the sheriff saw the king''s seal, He did off his hood anon;"Where is the monk that bare the letters?"
45242	Where gat ye the fishes, my jolly young man?''''
45242	Whether thou''s gotten thy deadly wound, Or if God and good leeching may succour thee?"
45242	[ Illustration: 0064] LORD DONALD|O where hae ye been a''day, Lord Donald, my son?
45242	[ Illustration: 0099] BROWN ADAM[ Illustration: 9100]|O wha wad wish the wind to blaw, Or the green leaves fa''therewith?
45242	[ Illustration: 0138]"O came ye by Brackley yates, was ye in there?
45242	[ Illustration: 0142]"Where will I get a bonny boy, Will win gold to his fee, Will run unto Child Vyet''s, With this letter from me?"
45242	[ Illustration: 0237]"But again, dear love, and again, dear love, Will ye not turn again?
45242	_ dreel_, rush(?).
45242	_ lain_, hindrance(?))
45242	and how do you do?_ And how do you do agen?_ Her dad came home full weary, Alas!
45242	and how do you do?_ And how do you do agen?_ Her dad came home full weary, Alas!
45242	and how do you do?_ And how do you do agen?_"Did you not know my Father?"
45242	and how do you do?_ And how do you do agen?_"Did you not know my Father?"
45242	and how do you do?_ And how do you do agen?_"Did you not know my Father?"
45242	cried he,"couldst fancy me?
45242	how can that be?
45242	how could you do sae?
45242	said Christie Graeme,"But where sae lang frae hame were ye?"
45242	says King Henry;"How lang''ll this last wi''me?"
45242	says she,"What need I be sorry?"
45242	she said,"That does surprise me sair; My door was bolted right secure; What way hae ye come here?"
45242	surely you''re a maid?
45242	the anvil(?))
45242	was I not much to blame?
39627	A boone, a boone,queen Katherine cries,"I crave it on my bare knee; Is there any knight of your privy counsèl 95 Of queen Katherines part will be?
39627	And welcome be thou, gentyl knyght, 245 Why hast thou be so longe?
39627	And who art thou? 39627 And with our names,"one of them said,"What hast thou here to do?
39627	Art thou Robin Hood?
39627	Be ye those theves,then sayd our kyng, 85"That men have tolde of to me?
39627	But art thou a cousin of Robin Hood then? 39627 But tell me, O tell me, where is Little John?
39627	Do gladly, syr abbot,sayd the knyght, 85"I am come to holde my day:"The fyrst word the abbot spake,"Hast thou brought my pay?"
39627	Do waye thy japes,sayd Robyn,"Therof will I right none; 250 Wenest thou I wyll have god to borowe, Peter, Poule, or Johan?
39627	Dost thou not mind, old woman,he said, 25"Since thou made me sup and dine?
39627	God the save, my dere maystèr, And Cryst the save and se;"Raynolde Grenelefe,sayd the sheryfe,"Where hast thou nowe be?"
39627	Good morrow, good fellow,said jolly Robin,"What food hast[ thou]?
39627	Good- morrow,said John,"my brethren dear, 25 Good fortune I had you to see; Which way do you go?
39627	Gude day, gude day,said Robin Hood,"What is your wills wi''me?"
39627	Hast thou any horn beasts,the sheriff repli''d,"Good fellow, to sell unto me?"
39627	Hast thou either meat or drink,said Robin Hood,"For my merry men and me?"
39627	Hast thou ony frendes,sayd Robyn, 245"Thy borowes that wyll be?"
39627	Hast thou thy londe agayne?
39627	Haste thou ony grene cloth,sayd our kynge,"That thou wylte sell now to me?"
39627	How fare[s] my justice,sayd the kyng, 145"And my sherife also?"
39627	How like you my horn''d beasts, good master sheriff? 39627 How many men,"sayd Robyn,"Had this monke, Johan?"
39627	How many miles is it to thy true love? 39627 How much is in yonder other cofer?"
39627	I make myn avowe to god,sayd Robyn,"Monke, what tolde I the?
39627	I pray thee, Will, before thou dye, 105 Of thy dear friends take leave; I needs must borrow him a while, How say you, master sheriff?
39627	I prithee, good fellow, O where art thou now?
39627	In what offyce?
39627	Is this Robin Hood?
39627	Is this Robin Hood?
39627	Must I stay behind?
39627	O have they parishes burnt?
39627	O kent ye by my rosy lips? 39627 O want ye roses to your breast, Or ribbons to your sheen?
39627	O wanted ye your meat, Willie, Or wanted ye your fee? 39627 O what is here to do?"
39627	O what is the matter?
39627	O what shall I do,said Robin Hood then,"If the bishop he doth take me?
39627	O what''s the matter?
39627	O who are those,the sheriff he said,"Come tripping over the lee?"
39627	O who is yonder, thou proud fellow, That comes down yonder hill?
39627	O who is yonder,quoth Little John, 45"That now comes over the lee?
39627	O who is yonder,the bishop then said, 65"That''s ranging within yonder wood?"
39627	O wilt thou forsake the pinder his craft, 45 And go to the green- wood with me? 39627 Or know ye by my cherry cheeks, 125 Or by my yellow hair?
39627	Qwerat xal our marke be?
39627	Say me now, wyght yonge man, What is now thy name? 39627 Say me, Reynaud Grenelefe, 25 Wolte thou dwell with me?
39627	Simon, wilt thou be my man? 39627 Stand abacke, stand abacke,"sayd Robin,"Why draw you mee soe neere?
39627	Stand off, stand off,the young man said, 25"What is your will with me?"
39627	Stand up again,then said the king, 125"I''ll thee thy pardon give; Stand up, my friend; who can contend, When I give leave to live?"
39627	Take up thy dogs,said Little John,"Fryer, at my bidding be;""Whose man art thou,"said the curtall fryer,"Comes here to prate with me?"
39627	Tell us, dear master,said his men,"How with you stands the case?"
39627	That is well advised,said Robin Hood,"But how must it be sent?"
39627	We be content,the keepers said,"We be three, and you no less, Then why should we be of you afraid, 35 As we never did transgress?"
39627	Well, Robin Hood,then says the king, 105"If I could thy pardon get, To serve the king in every thing Wouldst thou thy mind firm set?"
39627	Wha''s here sae bauld,the youth replied,"Thus to encroach on me?"
39627	Whan shall my daye be,sayd the knyght,"Syr, and your wyll be?"
39627	What ails this haste?
39627	What church have they robbed?
39627	What doost thou here,sayd the abbot,"But thou haddest brought thy pay?"
39627	What have they done then?
39627	What is in thy purse?
39627	What is in your cofers?
39627	What is that boon,quoth Robin Hood,"Little John, thou begs of me?"
39627	What is that news?
39627	What is the cause,seid Litul John,"Thou sparris the zates so fast?"
39627	What is the matter?
39627	What is the somme?
39627	What is the wager?
39627	What is thy name, thou fine fellow, 25 I pray thee heartily tell it to mee?
39627	What is your will, master?
39627	What is your will, mastèr?
39627	What news abroad?
39627	What news, what news, thou old beggar- man? 39627 What news?
39627	What news? 39627 What news?
39627	What news?
39627	What shall we fight for?
39627	What shalt thou gyve him, Lytel Johan?
39627	What should I feare?
39627	What time of day?
39627	What tradesman art thou?
39627	What weep you for then?
39627	What wilt thou bet,said Robin Hood,"Thou seest our game the worse?"
39627	What wilt thou give me,said Robin Hood, 45"In ready gold or fee, To help thee to thy true love again, And deliver her unto thee?"
39627	What ys they name,seyde the potter, 45"For pauage thow ask of me?"
39627	What''s that Robin Hood?
39627	What''s that to thee, thou proud fellòw? 39627 What''s[ the] price of thy flesh?"
39627	What, dost thou think, thou proud fellow, That thou canst conquer me? 39627 When is the day?"
39627	When the schereff saw the kyngus seelle, He did of his hode anon; 255Wher is the munke that bare the letturs?"
39627	Wher is the munke that these shuld haue browzt?
39627	Wherat?
39627	Where be thy friendes?
39627	Where dost thou dwell, my prettie maide, I prithee tell to mee?
39627	Where dost thou live?
39627	Where lies your grief?
39627	Whether be ye away?
39627	Which of you can kill a bucke, Or who can kill a doe? 39627 Who hath them slayne?"
39627	Who is your mayster?
39627	Whose men are these,said the fryer,"That come so hastily?"
39627	Whose men are these?
39627	Why weep you, why weep you?
39627	Why, what wouldst thou have?
39627	Why, who art thou,the bishop he said,"Which I have here with me?"
39627	Why,quoth the king,"what shall I do?
39627	Will ye gae to my mother''s bower, 25 Stands on yon stately green? 39627 Will you please to sit down, cousin Robin,"she said,"And drink some beer with me?"
39627	With us, false maiden, come away, And leave that outlawe bolde; Why fledst thou from thy home this day, And left thy father olde?
39627	Y well prey the, god potter, A felischepe well thow haffe? 39627 [ L200] 200"In what maner,"sayd Robyn,"Hast thou lore thy richès?"
39627	[ L218]Knowest thow Robyn Hode?"
39627	( A guess?)
39627	10 Or who can kill a hart of greece Five hundreth foot him fro?"
39627	100 Then up and spake him, Brown Robin,"And what needs this?"
39627	100"Where are your companions all?"
39627	100"Who gives me this maid?"
39627	100"Who is your mayster?"
39627	110"These men are mine,"said Robin Hood;"Fryer, what is that to thee?"
39627	110"Where is your abbay, whan ye are at home, And who is your avowè?"
39627	120"How know you that, young man,"she said,"How know you that o''me?
39627	140"What is the matter,"quoth Little John,"You sit on th''highway side?"
39627	140"What wyll ye gyve more,"said the justyce,"And the knyght shall make a releyse?
39627	160"What an if I did?"
39627	20 Then out it spak their step- mither, At the stair- foot stood she;"I''m plagued wi''your troublesome noise, What makes your melodie?
39627	20 Who, when they arrived, and Robin espy''d, Cry''d"Master, what is your will?
39627	20"And whither goest thou, pretty maide?
39627	20"O what have they done?"
39627	20"O what is the matter?"
39627	20"What aileth my love Clementina?
39627	20"Why, who are you,"cry''d bold Robìn,"That speak so boldly here?"
39627	20"Why, who art thou?"
39627	200 And when Robin came in sight of the bower,"Where are my yeomen?"
39627	220"Now, and thou lese thy londe,"sayd Robyn,"What shall fall of the?"
39627	240 Than bespake hym Robyn Hode, To that knyght so fre,"What nede dryveth the to grene wode?
39627	260 Whan thay to thar master cam, Leytell John wold not spar;"Master, how haffe yow far yn Notynggam?
39627	295 Haffe ye browt Roben hom?"
39627	40 He''s ca''d upon his merry young men, By ane, by twa, and by three,"O what''s come o''my daughter dear, That she''s nae come to me?
39627	40"Pedlar, pedlar, what is thy name?
39627	40"What is thy name?"
39627	40"Where be you, fayre Alyce, my wyfe,[L41] And my chyldren three?
39627	50"Ho xal zeue the ferste schote?"
39627	50"What is the matter, master,"said Little John,"That you blow so hastily?"
39627	60 But what found he in the beggars bag, But three hundred pound and three?
39627	60"O wha will be my bouer- woman?
39627	60"What hast thou here?"
39627	65 I pray you tell me; You myght thus make offycers shent: Good syrs, of whence be ye?"
39627	80 But when they met with Little John, He unto them did say,"O master, pray where have you been, You have tarried so long away?"
39627	80"Schall y haff yowr forty shillings,"seyde Lytel John,"Or ye, master, schall haffe myne?"
39627	80"What be your nam[e]s?"
39627	And of every handfull that he met He lept ouer fotes thre: 290"What devilkyns draper,"sayd litell Much,"Thynkyst thou to be?"
39627	And out then spake her White Lilly; 45"My sister, we''ll be gane: Why suld we stay in Barnisdale, To mourn our bour within?"
39627	And what do these names prove?
39627	And when he came bold Robin before, Robin askt him courteously, 30"O hast thou any money to spare For my merry men and me?"
39627	Anone then sayd good Robyn, 85 To that lady fre,"What man hath your lorde itake?"
39627	Are all these traditions absolute fictions, and is he himself a pure creation of the imagination?
39627	At last hee spy''d him in a park, Hunting then of the deer;"What knave is that,"quoth Robin Hood, 115"That doth come mee so near?"
39627	But am not I a jolly fryer?
39627	Did e''er ye see me in that place A''e foot my ground to flee?
39627	Fragment of an Interlude(?)
39627	Gandeleyn lokyd hym est and west Be euery syde;"Hoo hat myn mayster slayin, Ho hat don this dede?
39627	Her luver looks her in the face, And thus to her said he;"I think your cheeks are pale and wan, 155 Pray, what gaes warst wi''thee?
39627	How dare you stop my valour''s prize?
39627	How haffe yow solde yowr war?"
39627	How sayest thou, frere, wylt thou be my man, To do me the best servyse thou can?
39627	I trowe, fryer, thou beginnest to dote; Who made the so malapert and so bolde, To come into this forest here, 50 Amonge my falowe dere?
39627	In what countre were thou born,[L19] And where is thy wonnynge wane?
39627	Is it not possible that this name reappears again in the"Young Gamwell"of_ Robin Hood and the Stranger_?
39627	Is not this a holy worde for a frere?
39627	Is there any of my mery men all That dare be so bolde To make the potter paie passage, Either silver or golde?
39627	Is there any of my mery men all, That to that frere wyll go, And bryng hym to me forth withall, Whether he wyll or no?
39627	Johan sayd,"What greveth the?
39627	John, by me thou settest noe store, And that I farley finde: How offt send I my men beffore, And tarry my selfe behinde?
39627	Kind gentlemen, will you be patient awhile?
39627	Let me se, are thy pottes hole and sounde?
39627	Lyttle John, where art thou?
39627	Lytyll Johan let it lye full styll, And went to his mayster full lowe: 170"What tydynge, Johan?"
39627	Might not the ballads under consideration have a basis in the exploits of a real person, living in the forests,_ somewhere_ and at_ some time_?
39627	O wha will be my bouer- woman, Whan that sad time draws near?
39627	O whither, fair lady, away?"
39627	Or by my yellow hair?
39627	Or by the paps on my breast bane?
39627	Or do you weep for your maidenhead, That is taken from your body?"
39627	Or gat ye e''er an angry word, That ye ran awa frae me?"
39627	Or have they robbèd any virgin, 15 Or with other men''s wives have lain?"
39627	Or kent ye by my milk- white breast, Ye never yet saw bare?"
39627	Or tell to me where dost thou fare?"
39627	Or want ye as muckle o''dear bought luve As your heart can conteen?"
39627	Or why do you kill the kings ven''son, When your company is so few?"
39627	Or will ye gae to the gude greenwood, Where ye will not be seen?"
39627	Or with other mens wives have lain?"
39627	Rejecting, then, as nugatory every attempt to assign Robin Hood a definite position in history, what view shall we adopt?
39627	Said Robin Hood,"Lady fair, whither away?
39627	Shall I be thy true love?"
39627	Tell me as I do stand; What hast thou to do with my bag and bottle?
39627	The ussher sayed,"Yemen, what wold ye haue?
39627	Then out bespake the King again,-- 185"My boy, now tell to me, Who dwells into yon bigly bour, Beneath yon green aik tree?"
39627	Then some would leape, and some would runne, 5 And some would use artillery;"Which of you can a good bow draw, A good archer for to be?
39627	There sate a yeoman by his side,"Tell mee, sweet page,"said hee, 30"What is thy businesse and thy cause, So far in the north countrey?"
39627	Thou lousy frer, what wouldest thou with hym?
39627	Tune of_ Robin Hood''s last farewel,& c._"This very old(?)
39627	What gars you mourn sae sair?"
39627	What life is there like to bold Robin Hood?
39627	What maids have they forced against their will?
39627	What news hast thou for me?"
39627	What news, I do thee pray?"
39627	What news?"
39627	What tydynges fro Notyngham?
39627	When Little John came, to gambols they went, Both gentlemen, yeomen, and clown; And what do you think?
39627	Why should I pay passage to thee?
39627	Why, thou horeson, art thou here yet?
39627	Why, thou lowsy frere, what hast thou done?
39627	Why, wylt thou fyght a plucke?
39627	Will you heare a tale of Robin Hood, Will Scarlett, and Little John?
39627	[ L180] 180"Welcome, my lorde,"sayd his lady;"Syr, lost is all your good?"
39627	[ L20] 20"Who is there nowe,"sayde the porter,"That maketh all thys knocking?
39627	[ L24]"God speed, God speed,"said Robin Hood, 25"What countryman?
39627	[ L25] 25 What herst thou of gode Robyn?
39627	[ L272]"Is this well tolde?"
39627	[ L280] 280"But what shall these bowes do?"
39627	[ L30] 30"And wilt thou forsake thy pinders craft, And go to the greenwood with me?
39627	[ L310] 310"Potter, what was they pottys worthe To Notynggam that y ledde with me?"
39627	[ L36] Handys apon he s horse he leyde, And bad the potter stonde foll stell; The potter schorteley to hem seyde,"Felow, what ys they well?"
39627	[ L78] Leytell John to he s master seyde,"Ho haet the wager won?
39627	[ L8]"What news?"
39627	bedene, 77,_ in a company_,_ together_.(?)
39627	bold Robin he said, 5"What, weep you for gold or fee?
39627	bydene, 105,_ all together_,_ forthwith_,_ one after the other_.(?)
39627	chitt, 258,_ worn_?
39627	chiven, 405,_ craven_?
39627	dale, been at a,_ in low spirits_?
39627	frese( said of bows), 82?
39627	halke, 108,_ hollow_?
39627	he said,"Or have they ministers slain?
39627	howt,_ out_; heyt war howte, 23, a corrupt passage?
39627	lordeyne, art thou wode?"
39627	pedlar, pedlar, what is in thy pack, Come speedilie and tell to me?"
39627	quo''he;"Or what can woman do for you, That canna be done by me?"
39627	quod Arthur- a- Bland,"Art thou such a goodly man?
39627	quod Robin Hood, 25"Whether is it ye doe goe?
39627	reading?
39627	said bold Robin Hood,"What news fain wouldest thou know?
39627	said he; 30"What dog is a hanging?
39627	said jolly Robìn,"Or parish- priest have they slain?
39627	sanchothis, 41?
39627	sayd Robyn,"And these arowes ifedered fre?"
39627	says master sherìff,"Whose men are they?
39627	seal, 396, Gude seal,_ God seal_,_ forbid_?
39627	sprunks, 378,_ concubines_?
39627	stage, 8,_ story of the house_?
39627	stroke, 259,_ stretch_?
39627	tarpe, 111?
39627	the beggar said,"May ye not tarry still, Until your money be received?
39627	then said Little John,"Master, I pray you tell;"Why do you stand with your staff in your hand?
39627	then said Little John,"Why ring all these bells?"
39627	then said Robin Hood,"Come, Little John, tell unto me; How hast thou sped with thy beggers trade?
39627	then said the bishop,"Or for whom do you make this a- do?
39627	thrumme,_ the extremity of a weaver''s warp_; 40,_ band__ or__ belt_?
39627	what have ye done?
39627	what news, thou silly old man?
39627	what news, thou silly old woman?
39627	wrist, 258?
41298	Is it he?
41298	Say quick,quoth he,"I bid thee say-- What manner of man art thou?"
41298	''Ah, sweet Sir Charles, why wilt thou go Without thy loving wife?
41298	''And art thou dead, thou gentle youth And art thou dead and gone; And didst thou die for love of me?
41298	''And art thou dead, thou much lov''d youth, And didst thou die for me?
41298	''And by the brook, and in the glade, Are all our wanderings o''er?
41298	''And has he left his birds and flowers, And must I call in vain?
41298	''And how should I know your true- love From many another one?''
41298	''And shall I now, for fear of death, Look wan and be dismayed?
41298	''And what penance will ye drie for that?
41298	''And what will you do with your towers and your hall?
41298	''And what will you leave to your bairns and your wife?
41298	''And what will you leave to your own mother dear?
41298	''And where are they?
41298	''And will he never come again?
41298	''And wilt thou forsake thy pinder his craft, And live in the green wood with me?''
41298	''Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse?''
41298	''Before I saw the lightsome sun, This was appointed me; Shall mortal man repine or grudge What God ordains to be?
41298	''But what good came of it at last?''
41298	''But why do I talk of Death?
41298	''By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp''st thou me?
41298	''Canst hear,''said one,''the breakers roar?
41298	''Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool and die?
41298	''From better habitations spurned, Reluctant dost thou rove?
41298	''Hast thou either meat or drink,''said Robin Hood,''For my merry men and me?''
41298	''His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?''
41298	''How can I speak, how dare I speak, How can I speak to thee?
41298	''How did I know that every dart That cut the airy way, Might not find passage to my heart, And close mine eyes for aye?
41298	''How many are you, then,''said I,''If they two are in heaven?''
41298	''How many?
41298	''How oft in battle have I stood, When thousands died around; When smoking streams of crimson blood Imbrued the fattened ground?
41298	''I have a spouse, go ask of her If I defiled her bed?
41298	''In Lent, and on the holy eve, From flesh I did refrain; Why should I then appear dismayed To leave this world of pain?
41298	''Lady, dost thou not fear to stray, So lone and lovely, through this bleak way?
41298	''Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay; Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheuch; Why cross the gloomy firth to- day?
41298	''My gentle lad, what is''t you read-- Romance or fairy fable?
41298	''Nay now, what faith?''
41298	''Nay, but credit I''ve none, And my money''s all gone; Then say how may that come to pass?
41298	''Now art thou a bachelor, stranger?''
41298	''Now, who be ye would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?''
41298	''O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the king o''me, To send us out at this time o''the year, To sail upon the sea?''
41298	''O wilt thou forsake the pinder his craft And go to the green wood with me?
41298	''Or has thy good woman, if one thou hast, Ever here in Cornwall been?
41298	''Our joys as wingèd dreams do fly, Why then should sorrow last?
41298	''Say why, my friend, thy honest soul Runs over at thine eye; Is it for my most welcome doom That thou dost child- like cry?''
41298	''Say, were ye tired of godly peace, And godly Henry''s reign, That you did chop your easy days For those of blood and pain?
41298	''Show me,''said he,''whose men you be, That hunt so boldly here?
41298	''Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?''
41298	''Speak boldly, man,''said brave Sir Charles,''What says the traitor- king?''
41298	''Sweet Florence, why these briny tears?
41298	''Tell me, thou bonny bird, When shall I marry me?''
41298	''Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign; And shall we never, never part, My life-- my all that''s mine?
41298	''We all must die,''said brave Sir Charles;''Of that I''m not afraid; What boots to live a little space?
41298	''We all must die,''said brave Sir Charles;''What boots it how or when?
41298	''Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?''
41298	''Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green?
41298	''Will you come home, my dear?''
41298	''You drank of the Well I warrant betimes?''
41298	''You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven!--I pray you tell, Sweet maid, how this may be?''
41298	Ae stride or twa took the silly auld carle, An''a gude lang stride took he:''I trow thou to be a feck auld carle, Will ye shaw the way to me?''
41298	And are those follies going?
41298	And are ye sure he''s weel?
41298	And is my proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing?
41298	And is that Woman all her crew?
41298	And warn from fight?
41298	And was she nae very weel off, That was woo''d, and married, and a''?
41298	And what do you carry there?''
41298	And what penance will ye drie for that?
41298	And what shoulder, and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
41298	And what will you do with your towers and your hall?
41298	And what will you leave to your bairns and your wife?
41298	And what will you leave to your own mother dear?
41298	And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand form''d thy dread feet?
41298	And where is the bosom friend, dearer than all?
41298	And why daur ye nae mair weel be seen Pu''ing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow?
41298	And why does thy nose look so blue?
41298	And why so sad go ye, O?''
41298	And why yon melancholious weids Hung on the bonny birks of Yarrow?
41298	And will I hear him speak?
41298	And will I see his face again?
41298	And will he not come again?
41298	And will he not come again?
41298	And, through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again?
41298	And, to make sport, I puff and snort: And out the candles I do blow: The maids I kiss, They shriek-- Who''s this?
41298	Are Erin''s sons so good or so cold, As not to be tempted by woman or gold?''
41298	Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate?
41298	Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres?
41298	Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplex''d?
41298	Ask me no more: what answer should I give?
41298	Away went Gilpin-- who but he?
41298	Be she fairer than the day, Or the flow''ry meads in May, If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be?
41298	Be she meeker, kinder than Turtle- dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be?
41298	Be she with that goodness blest Which may gain her name of best, If she be not such to me, What care I how good she be?
41298	Bright jewels of the mine?
41298	But many a trusty friend have I, And why should I feel dole or care?
41298	But shall I go mourn for that, my dear?
41298	But who the expected husband husband is?
41298	But wot you what?
41298	But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there; For why?
41298	CALLER HERRIN''Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
41298	CONTENT THOMAS DEKKER Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
41298	Can silent glens have charms for thee,-- The lowly cot and russet gown?
41298	Can tears Speak grief in you, Who were but born Just as the modest morn Teemed her refreshing dew?
41298	Canst drink the waters of the crispèd spring?
41298	Did God smile his work to see?
41298	Did He who made the lamb make thee?
41298	Did I not warn thee, not to, not to luve?
41298	Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vex''d To add to golden numbers, golden numbers?
41298	EDWARD GRAY Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town Met me walking on yonder way,''And have you lost your heart?''
41298	Flows Yarrow sweet?
41298	Fond done, done fond, Was this King Priam''s joy?
41298	For can it be a_ ship_ that comes onward without wind or tide?]
41298	For why?
41298	For why?
41298	From the fiends, that plague thee thus!-- Why look''st thou so?''
41298	GAFFER GRAY THOMAS HOLCROFT Ho, why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Gray?
41298	Gin a body meet a body Comin''thro''the glen, Gin a body kiss a body-- Need the warld ken?
41298	Gin a body meet a body-- Comin''thro''the rye; Gin a body kiss a body-- Need a body cry?
41298	He call''d aloud--''Say, father, say If yet my task is done?''
41298	His rising cares the hermit spied, With answering care opprest:''And whence, unhappy youth,''he cried,''The sorrows of thy breast?
41298	How begot, how nourished?
41298	How can I busk a bonny bonny bride?
41298	How can I busk a winsome marrow?
41298	How could I look upon the day?
41298	How could I rise and come away, Oriana?
41298	How luve him on the banks of Tweed, That slew my luve on the Braes of Yarrow?
41298	I can not play alone; The summer comes with flower and bee-- Where is my brother gone?
41298	I hear you say, farewell: Nay, nay, We dèpart not so soon, Why say ye so?
41298	I wad do-- what wad I not?
41298	In there came old Alice the nurse, Said,''Who was this that went from thee?''
41298	In what clothes, in what clothes is your Highland laddie clad?
41298	In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the ardour of thine eyes?
41298	Is DEATH that woman''s mate?
41298	Is she kind as she is fair?
41298	Is that a DEATH?
41298	Is this a time to think o''wark, When Colin''s at the door?
41298	Is this a time to think o''wark?
41298	Is this mine own countree?
41298	Is this the hill?
41298	Joys as wingèd dreams fly fast, Why should sadness longer last?
41298	Know ye not Agincourt, Never to be forgot, Or known to no men?
41298	Know ye not Agincourt, Where English slew and hurt All their French foemen?
41298	Know ye not Agincourt?
41298	Know ye not Agincourt?
41298	Know ye not Agincourt?
41298	LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI JOHN KEATS''O what can ail thee, knight- at- arms, Alone and palely loitering?
41298	LASSIE WI''THE LINT- WHITE LOCKS Lassie wi''the lint- white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi''me tent the flocks?
41298	Let not the dark thee cumber; What though the moon does slumber?
41298	Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves off the tree?
41298	Mistress Jean she was makin''the elder- flow''r wine;''An''what brings the Laird at sic a like time?''
41298	My keg is but low, I confess, Gaffer Gray; What then?
41298	My labour never flags; And what are its wages?
41298	My luver''s blood is on thy spear-- How canst thou, barbarous man, then woo me?
41298	Never again shall my brothers embrace me?
41298	No longer drest in silken sheen, No longer deck''d with jewels rare,-- Say, canst thou quit each courtly scene, Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
41298	Now nature cleeds the flowery lea, And a''is young and sweet like thee; O wilt thou share its joys wi''me, And say thou''lt be my dearie O?
41298	O NANNY, WILT THOU GO WITH ME?
41298	O Nanny, canst thou love so true, Through perils keen with me to go, Or when thy swain mishap shall rue, To share with him the pang of woe?
41298	O Nanny, when thou''rt far away, Wilt thou not cast a wish behind?
41298	O fickle Fortune, Why this cruel sporting?
41298	O wha''s like my Johnny, Sae leith, sae blythe, sae bonny?
41298	O young lord- lover, what sighs are those, For one that will never be thine?
41298	ONE IN TEN Was this fair face the cause, quoth she, Why the Grecians sacked Troy?
41298	OPHELIA''S SONG How should I your true love know From another one?
41298	Of what is''t fools make such vain keeping?
41298	Oh where, and oh where, does your Highland laddie dwell?
41298	Oh, can that soft and gentle mien Extremes of hardship learn to bear, Nor sad, regret each courtly scene, Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
41298	Oh, why still perplex us, poor sons of a day?
41298	On what wings dare he aspire-- What the hand dare seize the fire?
41298	On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime?
41298	Or a well- disposèd nature Joinèd with a lovely feature?
41298	Or at the casement seen her stand?
41298	Or brought a kiss From that sweet heart to this?
41298	Or grieve for friendship unreturned, Or unregarded love?
41298	Or her well- deservings, known, Make me quite forget my own?
41298	Or is it some historic page Of kings and crowns unstable?''
41298	Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott?
41298	Or make pale my cheeks with care''Cause another''s rosy are?
41298	Or that ye have not seen as yet The violet?
41298	Or wha wad choose a crown, Wi''its pearls and its fame, And miss his bonny lassie When the kye comes hame?
41298	Or wherefore should I kame my hair?
41298	Out spake the bride''s mither:''What deil needs a''this pride?
41298	Prithee, why so mute?
41298	Prithee, why so mute?
41298	Prithee, why so pale?
41298	Prithee, why so pale?
41298	SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR GEORGE WITHER Shall I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman''s fair?
41298	SIR DAVID DALRYMPLE''Why does your brand so drop with blood?
41298	SONG Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head?
41298	SWEET AND TWENTY O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
41298	SYLVIA Who is Sylvia?
41298	Said Lady Clare,''that ye speak so wild?''
41298	Say, canst thou face the parching ray, Nor shrink before the wintry wind?
41298	Say, should disease or pain befall, Wilt thou assume the nurse''s care, Nor wistful those gay scenes recall, Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
41298	Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie die?
41298	Shall a woman''s virtues move Me to perish for her love?
41298	Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min''?
41298	Should my heart be griev''d or pin''d''Cause I see a woman kind?
41298	So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e''er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
41298	So haggard and so woebegone?
41298	Speak, whimp''ring younglings, and make known The reason why Ye droop and weep; Is it for want of sleep, Or childish lullaby?
41298	Suppose, oh, suppose that your Highland lad should die?
41298	Swimm''st thou in wealth, yet sink''st in thine own tears?
41298	THE BLUE BELL OF SCOTLAND Anonymous Oh where, and oh where, is your Highland laddie gone?
41298	THE TIGER Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forest of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
41298	THE YOUNG MAXWELL ALLAN CUNNINGHAM''Where gang ye, thou silly auld carle?
41298	THERE''S NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE But are ye sure the news is true?
41298	THOMAS PERCY O Nanny, wilt thou go with me, Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town?
41298	TO BLOSSOMS Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do you fall so fast?
41298	TO PRIMROSES, FILLED WITH MORNING DEW Why do ye weep, sweet babes?
41298	Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, Does my sweet William sail among your crew?''
41298	That, without my consent, do chase And kill my fallow deer?''
41298	The Queen was then at Tilbury, What could we more desire a?
41298	The calender, amazed to see His neighbour in such trim, Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, And thus accosted him:''What news?
41298	The first o''them was clad in yellow:''O fair May, will ye be my marrow?''
41298	The niest o''them was clad i''ried: O fair May, will ye be my bride?''
41298	The same fond mother bent at night O''er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight, Where are those dreamers now?
41298	The thrid o''them was clad i''green: He said,''O fair May, will ye be my queen?''
41298	The wealth of seas?
41298	Then came out the dusty mouse, I am lady of this house; Hast thou any mind of me?
41298	Then since all nature joins In this love without alloy, O''wha wad prove a traitor To nature''s dearest joy?
41298	Then wherefore, in these merry days, Should we, I pray, be duller?
41298	There came a burst of thunder sound-- The boy-- oh, where was he?
41298	There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band: Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood''s land?
41298	They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o''er me-- Why wert thou so dear?
41298	They''re bonnie fish and halesome farin''; Wha''ll buy my caller herrin'', New drawn frae the Forth?
41298	They''re bonnie fish and halesome farin''Wha''ll buy my caller herrin'', New drawn frae the Forth?
41298	Think what with them they would do That without them dare to woo; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be?
41298	Thou smilest, but thou dost not speak, And then the tears run down my cheek, Oriana: What wantest thou?
41298	Though other''s purses be more fat, Why should we pine or grieve at that?
41298	WE ARE SEVEN A simple child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
41298	WHY SO PALE AND WAN?
41298	Wha can fill a coward''s grave?
41298	Wha for Scotland''s King and Law Freedom''s sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or free- man fa''?
41298	Wha sae base as be a slave?
41298	Wha will be a traitor knave?
41298	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
41298	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
41298	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
41298	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?...
41298	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?...
41298	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?...
41298	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?...
41298	What can my barbarous barbarous father do, But with his cruel rage pursue me?
41298	What is love?
41298	What is the Ocean doing?"
41298	What shall we have to our supper?
41298	What socours could ye find?
41298	What sought they thus afar?
41298	What the hammer, what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain?
41298	What''s yonder floats on the rueful rueful flude?
41298	What''s yonder floats?
41298	When all the meat was on the table, What man of knife, or teeth, was able To stay to be entreated?
41298	When he came to the merry mill pin, Lady Mouse beene you within?
41298	When true hearts lie withered And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
41298	When will the dancers leave her alone?
41298	When ye were sleepin''on your pillows, Dreamed ye aught o''our puir fellows, Darkling as they faced the billows, A''to fill the woven willows?
41298	Where English cloth- yard arrows Killed the French like tame sparrows, Slain by our Bowmen?
41298	Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?"
41298	Where gat ye that bonny bonny bride?
41298	Where gat ye that winsome marrow?
41298	Where is my cabin- door, fast by the wild wood?
41298	Where is the mother that looked on my childhood?
41298	Who is this?
41298	Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him?
41298	Who shall this marriage make?
41298	Why come you drest like a village maid, That are the flower of the earth?''
41298	Why does she weep, thy bonny bonny bride?
41298	Why does she weep, thy winsome marrow?
41298	Why does your brand so drop with blood?
41298	Why on thy braes heard the voice of sorrow?
41298	Why rins thy stream, O Yarrow, Yarrow, reid?
41298	Why should we yet our sail unfurl?
41298	Why should ye ought?
41298	Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
41298	Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
41298	Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth, Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying?
41298	Will he ne''er come again?
41298	Will, when looking well ca n''t move her, Looking ill prevail?
41298	Will, when speaking well ca n''t win her, Saying nothing do''t?
41298	Wilt thou be my dearie O?
41298	Wilt thou be my dearie O?
41298	With their pikes and bills brown, How the French were beat down, Shot by our Bowmen?
41298	_ First Voice_"But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind?"
41298	and are there two?
41298	and what is here?
41298	did ye weep for its fall?
41298	graceless wretch, hast spent thine all, And brought thyself to penurìe?
41298	he said,''Oh will you come home, my honey?
41298	is it weed, or fish, or floating hair-- A tress of golden hair, A drowned maiden''s hair, Above the nets at sea?''
41298	is this indeed The lighthouse top I see?
41298	is this the kirk?
41298	long abandoned by pleasure, Why did it doat on a fast fading treasure?
41298	must I stay?''
41298	quoth one,"is this the man?
41298	she said;''And are you married yet, Edward Gray?''
41298	speak again, Thy soft response renewing-- What makes that ship drive on so fast?
41298	this traitor vile Has scorned my power and me; How canst thou, then, for such a man Entreat my clemency?''
41298	were ye born to be An hour or half''s delight, And so to bid good- night?
41298	what ghastly spectre''s yon Comes, in his pale shroud, bleeding after?
41298	what have you done?
41298	what is she, 81 Why does your brand so drop with blood, 225 Why do ye weep, sweet babes?
41298	what is she, That all our swains commend her?
41298	what news?
41298	when wilt thou come?
41298	wherefore should I busk my head?
41298	whither will ye go?
41298	whom dost thou seek, Oriana?
41298	wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace-- where no perils can chase me?
41298	your tidings tell-- Tell me you must and shall-- Say why bareheaded you are come, Or why you come at all?''
22223	Is it he?
22223	Say quick,quoth he,"I bid thee say-- What manner of man art thou?"
22223	''Ah, sweet Sir Charles, why wilt thou go Without thy loving wife?
22223	''And art thou dead, thou much lov''d youth, And didst thou die for me?
22223	''And by the brook, and in the glade, Are all our wanderings o''er?
22223	''And has he left his birds and flowers, And must I call in vain?
22223	''And how should I know your true- love From many another one?''
22223	''And shall I now, for fear of death, Look wan and be dismayed?
22223	''And what penance will ye drie for that?
22223	''And what will you do with your towers and your hall?
22223	''And what will you leave to your bairns and your wife?
22223	''And what will you leave to your own mother dear?
22223	''And where are they?
22223	''And will he never come again?
22223	''And wilt thou forsake thy pinder his craft, And live in the green wood with me?''
22223	''Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate?
22223	''Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse?''
22223	''Before I saw the lightsome sun, This was appointed me; Shall mortal man repine or grudge What God ordains to be?
22223	''But many a trusty friend have I, And why should I feel dole or care?
22223	''But what good came of it at last?''
22223	''By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp''st thou me?
22223	''Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool and die?
22223	''From better habitations spurned, Reluctant dost thou rove?
22223	''Hast thou either meat or drink,''said Robin Hood,''For my merry men and me?''
22223	''His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?''
22223	''How can I speak, how dare I speak, How can I speak to thee?
22223	''How did I know that every dart That cut the airy way, Might not find passage to my heart, And close mine eyes for aye?
22223	''How many are you, then,''said I,''If they two are in heaven?''
22223	''How many?
22223	''How oft in battle have I stood, When thousands died around; When smoking streams of crimson blood Imbrued the fattened ground?
22223	''I have a spouse, go ask of her If I defiled her bed?
22223	''In Lent, and on the holy eve, From flesh I did refrain; Why should I then appear dismayed To leave this world of pain?
22223	''Lady, dost thou not fear to stray, So lone and lovely, through this bleak way?
22223	''My gentle lad, what is''t you read-- Romance or fairy fable?
22223	''Nay now, what faith?''
22223	''Now art thou a bachelor, stranger?''
22223	''Now, who be ye would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?''
22223	''O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the king o''me, To send us out at this time o''the year, To sail upon the sea?''
22223	''Or has thy good woman, if one thou hast, Ever here in Cornwall been?
22223	''Our joys as winged dreams do fly, Why then should sorrow last?
22223	''Say why, my friend, thy honest soul Runs over at thine eye; Is it for my most welcome doom That thou dost child- like cry?''
22223	''Say, were ye tired of godly peace, And godly Henry''s reign, That you did chop your easy days For those of blood and pain?
22223	''Show me,''said he, whose men you be, That hunt so boldly here?
22223	''Speak boldly, man,''said brave Sir Charles''What says the traitor- king?''
22223	''Sweet Florence, why these briny tears?
22223	''Tell me, thou bonny bird, When shall I marry me?''
22223	''WHY does your brand so drop with blood?
22223	''We all must die,''said brave Sir Charles, Of that I''m not afraid; What boots to live a little space?
22223	''Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?''
22223	''Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green?
22223	''Will you come home, my dear?''
22223	''You drank of the Well I warrant betimes?''
22223	''You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven!--I pray you tell, Sweet maid, how this may be?''
22223	Ae stride or twa took the silly auld carle, An''a gude lang stride took he:''I trow thou to be a feck auld carle, Will ye shaw the way to me?''
22223	And are those follies going?
22223	And are ye sure he''s weel?
22223	And art thou dead, thou gentle youth And art thou dead and gone; And didst thou die for love of me?
22223	And is my proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing?
22223	And is that Woman all her crew?
22223	And warn from fight?
22223	And was she nae very weel off, That was woo''d, and married, and a''?
22223	And what do you carry there?''
22223	And what penance will ye drie for that?
22223	And what shoulder, and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
22223	And what will you do with your towers and your hall?
22223	And what will you leave to your bairns and your wife?
22223	And what will you leave to your own mother dear?
22223	And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand form''d thy dread feet?
22223	And where is the bosom friend, dearer than all?
22223	And why daur ye nae mair weel be seen Pu''ing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow?
22223	And why does thy nose look so blue?
22223	And why so sad go ye, O?''
22223	And why yon melancholious weids Hung on the bonny birks of Yarrow?
22223	And will I hear him speak?
22223	And will I see his face again?
22223	And will he not come again?
22223	And will he not come again?
22223	And, through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again?
22223	And, to make sport, I puff and snort: And out the candles I do blow: The maids I kiss, They shriek-- Who''s this?
22223	Are Erin''s sons so good or so cold, As not to be tempted by woman or gold?''
22223	Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres?"
22223	Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplex''d?
22223	Ask me no more: what answer should I give?
22223	Away went Gilpin-- who but he?
22223	Be she fairer than the day, Or the flow''ry meads in May, If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be?
22223	Be she meeker, kinder than Turtle- dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be?
22223	Be she with that goodness blest Which may gain her name of best, If she be not such to me, What care I how good she be?
22223	Bright jewels of the mine?
22223	But shall I go mourn for that, my dear?
22223	But who the expected husband husband is?
22223	But why do I talk of Death?
22223	But wot you what?
22223	But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there; For why?
22223	CALLER HERRIN''WHA''LL buy my caller herrin''?
22223	Can silent glens have charms for thee, The lowly cot and russet gown?
22223	Can tears Speak grief in you, Who were but born Just as the modest morn Teemed her refreshing dew?
22223	Canst drink the waters of the crisped spring?
22223	Canst hear,''said one,''the breakers roar?
22223	Did God smile his work to see?
22223	Did He who made the lamb make thee?
22223	Did I not warn thee, not to, not to luve?
22223	Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vex''d To add to golden numbers, golden numbers?
22223	EDWARD GRAY SWEET Emma Moreland of yonder town Met me walking on yonder way,''And have you lost your heart?''
22223	Edward?
22223	Flows Yarrow sweet?
22223	Fond done, done fond, Was this King Priam''s joy?
22223	For can it be a_ ship_ that comes onward without wind or tide?]
22223	For why?
22223	For why?
22223	From the fiends, that plague thee thus!-- Why look''st thou so?''
22223	Gin a body meet a body Comin''thro''the glen, Gin a body kiss a body Need the warld ken?
22223	Gin a body meet a body-- Comin''thro''the rye; Gin a body kiss a body-- Need a body cry?
22223	He call''d aloud--''Say, father, say If yet my task is done?''
22223	His rising cares the hermit spied, With answering care opprest:''And whence, unhappy youth,''he cried,''The sorrows of thy breast?
22223	How can I busk a bonny bonny bride?
22223	How can I busk a winsome marrow?
22223	How could I look upon the day?
22223	How could I rise and come away, Oriana?
22223	How luve him on the banks of Tweed, That slew my luve on the Braes of Yarrow?
22223	I can not play alone; The summer comes with flower and bee-- Where is my brother gone?
22223	I hear you say, farewell: Nay, nay, We depart not so soon, Why say ye so?
22223	I wad do-- what wad I not?
22223	In there came old Alice the nurse, Said, Who was this that went from thee?''
22223	In what clothes, in what clothes is your Highland laddie clad?
22223	In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the ardour of thine eyes?
22223	Is DEATH that woman''s mate?"
22223	Is she kind as she is fair?
22223	Is that a DEATH?
22223	Is this a time to think o''wark, When Colin''s at the door?
22223	Is this a time to think o''wark?
22223	Is this mine own countree?
22223	Is this the hill?
22223	Joys as winged dreams fly fast, Why should sadness longer last?
22223	Know ye not Agincourt, Never to be forgot, Or known to no men?
22223	Know ye not Agincourt, Where English slew and hurt All their French foemen?
22223	Know ye not Agincourt?
22223	Know ye not Agincourt?
22223	Know ye not Agincourt?
22223	LASSIE WI''THE LINT- WHITE LOCKS LASSIE wi''the lint- white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi''me tent the flocks?
22223	Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay; Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheuch; Why cross the gloomy firth to- day?
22223	Let not the dark thee cumber; What though the moon does slumber?
22223	Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves off the tree?
22223	Mistress Jean she was makin''the elder- flow''r wine;''An''what brings the Laird at sic a like time?''
22223	My keg is but low, I confess, Gaffer Gray; What then?
22223	My labour never flags; And what are its wages?
22223	My luver''s blood is on thy spear How canst thou, barbarous man, then woo me?
22223	Nay, but credit I''ve none, And my money''s all gone; Then say how may that come to pass?
22223	Never again shall my brothers embrace me?
22223	No longer drest in silken sheen, No longer deck''d with jewels rare,-- Say, canst thou quit each courtly scene, Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
22223	Now nature cleeds the flowery lea, And a''is young and sweet like thee; O wilt thou share its joys wi''me, And say thou''lt be my dearie O?
22223	O NANNY, wilt thou go with me, Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town?
22223	O Nanny, canst thou love so true, Through perils keen with me to go, Or when thy swain mishap shall rue, To share with him the pang of woe?
22223	O Nanny, when thou''rt far away, Wilt thou not cast a wish behind?
22223	O fickle Fortune, Why this cruel sporting?
22223	O wha''s like my Johnny, Sae leith, sae blythe, sae bonny?
22223	O wilt thou forsake the pinder his craft And go to the green wood with me?
22223	O young lord- lover, what sighs are those, For one that will never be thine?
22223	ONE IN TEN WAS this fair face the cause, quoth she, Why the Grecians sacked Troy?
22223	OPHELIA''S SONG How should I your true love know From another one?
22223	Of what is''t fools make such vain keeping?
22223	Oh where, and oh where, does your Highland laddie dwell?
22223	Oh, can that soft and gentle mien Extremes of hardship learn to bear, Nor sad, regret each courtly scene, Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
22223	Oh, why still perplex us, poor sons of a day?
22223	On what wings dare he aspire-- What the hand dare seize the fire?
22223	On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime?
22223	Or a well- disposed nature Joinèd with a lovely feature?
22223	Or at the casement seen her stand?
22223	Or brought a kiss From that sweet heart to this?
22223	Or grieve for friendship unreturned, Or unregarded love?
22223	Or her well- deservings, known, Make me quite forget my own?
22223	Or is it some historic page Of kings and crowns unstable?''
22223	Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott?
22223	Or make pale my cheeks with care''Cause another''s rosy are?
22223	Or that ye have not seen as yet The violet?
22223	Or wha wad choose a crown, Wi''its pearls and its fame, And miss his bonny lassie When the kye comes hame?
22223	Or wherefore should I kame my hair?
22223	Out spake the bride''s mither: What deil needs a''this pride?
22223	Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name,_ The Lady of Shalott._ Who is this?
22223	Prithee, why so mute?
22223	Prithee, why so mute?
22223	Prithee, why so pale?
22223	Prithee, why so pale?
22223	SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min''?
22223	SONG TELL me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head How begot, how nourishèd?
22223	SWEET AND TWENTY O MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming?
22223	SYLVIA WHO is Sylvia?
22223	Said Lady Clare, that ye speak so wild?''
22223	Say, canst thou face the parching ray, Nor shrink before the wintry wind?
22223	Say, should disease or pain befall, Wilt thou assume the nurse''s care Nor wistful those gay scenes recall, Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
22223	Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie die?
22223	Shall a woman''s virtues move Me to perish for her love?
22223	Should my heart be griev''d or pin''d''Cause I see a woman kind?
22223	Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?''
22223	So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e''er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
22223	So haggard and so woe- begone?
22223	Speak, whimp''ring younglings, and make known The reason why Ye droop and weep; Is it for want of sleep, Or childish lullaby?
22223	Suppose, oh, suppose that your Highland lad should die?
22223	Swimm''st thou in wealth, yet sink''st in thine own tears?
22223	THE BLUE BELL OF SCOTLAND OH where, and oh where, is your Highland laddie gone?
22223	THE TIGER TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
22223	TO BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do you fall so fast?
22223	TO PRIMROSES, FILLED WITH MORNING DEW WHY do ye weep, sweet babes?
22223	Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, Does my sweet William sail among your crew?''
22223	That, without my consent, do chase And kill my fallow deer?''
22223	The Queen was then at Tilbury, What could we more desire a?
22223	The calender, amazed to see His neighbour in such trim, Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, And thus accosted him:''What news?
22223	The first o''them was clad in yellow:''O fair May, will ye be my marrow?''
22223	The niest o''them was clad i''ried: O fair May, will ye be my bride?''
22223	The same fond mother bent at night O''er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight, Where are those dreamers now?
22223	The thrid o''them was clad i''green: He said,''O fair May, will ye be my queen?''
22223	The wealth of seas?
22223	Then came out the dusty mouse, I am lady of this house; Hast thou any mind of me?
22223	Then since all nature joins In this love without alloy, O''wha wad prove a traitor To nature''s dearest joy?
22223	Then wherefore, in these merry days, Should we, I pray, be duller?
22223	There came a burst of thunder sound-- The boy-- oh, where was he?
22223	There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band: Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood''s land?
22223	They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o''er me Why wert thou so dear?
22223	They''re bonnie fish and halesome farin''; Wha''ll buy my caller herrin'', New drawn frae the Forth?
22223	They''re bonnie fish and halesome farin''Wha''ll buy my caller herrin'', New drawn frae the Forth?
22223	Thou smilest, but thou dost not speak, And then the tears run down my cheek, Oriana: What wantest thou?
22223	Though other''s purses be more fat, Why should we pine or grieve at that?
22223	Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign; And shall we never, never part, My life-- my all that''s mine?
22223	WE ARE SEVEN A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
22223	WHY SO PALE AND WAN?
22223	WHY so pale and wan, fond lover?
22223	We all must die,''said brave Sir Charles;''What boots it how or when?
22223	Wha can fill a coward''s grave?
22223	Wha for Scotland''s King and Law Freedom''s sword will strongly draw, Free- man stand, or free- man fa''?
22223	Wha ll buy my caller herrin''?
22223	Wha sae base as be a slave?
22223	Wha will be a traitor knave?
22223	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
22223	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
22223	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
22223	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
22223	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
22223	What can my barbarous barbarous father do, But with his cruel rage pursue me?
22223	What is love?
22223	What is the Ocean doing?"
22223	What shall we have to our supper?
22223	What socours could ye find?
22223	What sought they thus afar?
22223	What the hammer, what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain?
22223	What''s yonder floats on the rueful rueful flude?
22223	What''s yonder floats?
22223	When all the meat was on the table, What man of knife, or teeth, was able To stay to be entreated?
22223	When he came to the merry mill pin, Lady Mouse beene you within?
22223	When true hearts lie withered And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
22223	When will the dancers leave her alone?
22223	When ye were sleepin''on your pillows, Dreamed ye aught o''our puir fellows, Darkling as they faced the billows, A''to fill the woven willows?
22223	Where English cloth- yard arrows Killed the French like tame sparrows, Slain by our Bowmen?
22223	Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?"
22223	Where gat ye that bonny bonny bride?
22223	Where gat ye that winsome marrow?
22223	Where is my cabin- door, fast by the wild wood?
22223	Where is the mother that looked on my childhood?
22223	Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him?
22223	Who shall this marriage make?
22223	Why come you drest like a village maid, That are the flower of the earth?''
22223	Why does she weep, thy bonny bonny bride?
22223	Why does she weep, thy winsome marrow?
22223	Why does your brand so drop with blood?
22223	Why on thy braes heard the voice of sorrow?
22223	Why rins thy stream, O Yarrow, Yarrow, reid?
22223	Why should we yet our sail unfurl?
22223	Why should ye ought?
22223	Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
22223	Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth, Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying?
22223	Will he ne''er come again?
22223	Will, when looking well ca n''t move her, Looking ill prevail?
22223	Will, when speaking well ca n''t win her, Saying nothing do''t?
22223	Wilt thou be my dearie O?
22223	Wilt thou be my dearie O?
22223	With their pikes and bills brown, How the French were beat down, Shot by our Bowmen?
22223	_ ALLAN CUNNINGHAM_ THE YOUNG MAXWELL''WHERE gang ye, thou silly auld carle?
22223	_ First Voice_"But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind?"
22223	_ GEORGE WITHER_ SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman''s fair?
22223	_ JOHN KEATS_ LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI''O WHAT can ail thee, knight- at- arms, Alone and palely loitering?
22223	_ THOMAS DEKKER_ CONTENT ART thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
22223	_ THOMAS HOLCROFT_ GAFFER GRAY HO, why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Gray?
22223	_ THOMAS PERCY_ NANNY, WILT THOU GO WITH ME?
22223	_ WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE_ THERE''S NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE BUT are ye sure the news is true?
22223	and are there two?
22223	and what is here?
22223	did ye weep for its fall?
22223	graceless wretch, hast spent thine all, And brought thyself to penurie?
22223	he said, Oh will you come home, my honey?
22223	is it weed, or fish, or floating hair-- A tress of golden hair, A drowned maiden''s hair, Above the nets at sea?''
22223	is this indeed The lighthouse top I see?
22223	is this the kirk?
22223	long abandoned by pleasure, Why did it doat on a fast fading treasure?
22223	must I stay?''
22223	quoth one,"is this the man?
22223	she said; And are you married yet, Edward Gray?''
22223	speak again, Thy soft response renewing-- What makes that ship drive on so fast?
22223	this traitor vile Has scorned my power and me; How canst thou, then, for such a man Entreat my clemency?''
22223	were ye born to be An hour or half''s delight, And so to bid good- night?
22223	what ghastly spectre''s yon Comes, in his pale shroud, bleeding after?
22223	what have you done?
22223	what is she Why does your brand so drop with blood Why do ye weep, sweet babes?
22223	what is she, That all our swains commend her?
22223	what news?
22223	when wilt thou come?
22223	wherefore should I busk my head?
22223	whither will ye go?
22223	whom dost thou seek, Oriana?
22223	wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace-- where no perils can chase me?
22223	your tidings tell-- Tell me you must and shall Say why bareheaded you are come, Or why you come at all?''
35402	And what will ye leave for your wife to take, My merry son, come tell me hither? 35402 And what will ye leave your father dear, My merry son, come tell me hither?
35402	And what will ye leave your little daughter sweet, My merry son, come tell me hither? 35402 And what will ye leave your mither dear, My merry son, come tell me hither?
35402	And what will ye leave your young son fair, My merry son, come tell me hither? 35402 And whatten kin''o''wark had ye there to make, My merry son, come tell me hither?
35402	And when will ye come back frae roamin'', My merry son, come tell me hither? 35402 And where gat ye thae sleeves of red, My merry son, come tell me hither?
35402	And where will ye gang to mak your mend, My merry son, come tell me hither? 35402 But what have ye done with the bearing- bread, And what have ye made of the washing- wine?
35402	I have loved this woman my whole life long, And even for love''s sake when have I said''I love you''? 35402 O what is this thing ye have on, Show me now, sweet daughter of mine?"
35402	O what will ye give my son to eat, Red rose leaves will never make wine?
35402	Or what will ye get my son to wear?
35402	Or what will ye give me for my son?
35402	Or what will ye give my son for land?
35402	Or what will ye take to line his bed?
35402	Shall she not know me and see me all through, Me, on whose heart as a worm she trod? 35402 Thou knowest"--who shall say thou knowest?
35402	When shall feathers be as lead, My merry son, come tell me hither? 35402 When shall stanes in the sea swim, My merry son, come tell me hither?
35402	When shall the sunrise on the north side be, My merry son, come tell me hither? 35402 Why is your coat sae fouled the day, My merry son, come tell me hither?
35402	Yea, now, do I bid you love me, love? 35402 A LAMENTATION I Who hath known the ways of time Or trodden behind his feet? 35402 A little while and we die; shall life not thrive as it may? 35402 A live thing maybe; who shall know? 35402 ANACTORIA[ Greek: tinos au ty peithoi maps sagêneusas philotata?] 35402 Ah daughter of sunset and slumber, if now it return into prison, Who shall redeem it anew? 35402 Ah my Félise, if love or sin, If shame or fear could hold it fast, Should we not hold it? 35402 Ah sweet, and we too, can we bring One sigh back, bid one smile revive? 35402 Ah, but the love you plead was true? 35402 Ah, more to me than all men as thou art, Shall not my songs assuage her at the heart? 35402 Ah, sweet to me as life seems sweet to death, Why should her wrath fill thee with fearful breath? 35402 Ah, take no thought for Love''s sake; shall this be, And she who loves thy lover not love thee? 35402 Ah, where shall we go then for pastime, If the worst that can be has been done? 35402 Ah, wilt thou slay me lest I kiss thee dead? 35402 And all time past, was it all for this? 35402 And come what may after death to men, What thing worth this will the dead years breed? 35402 And grief is a grievous thing, and a man hath enough of his tears: Why should he labour, and bring fresh grief to blacken his years? 35402 And what will ye leave for your wife to take? 35402 And what will ye leave your father dear? 35402 And what will ye leave your little daughter sweet? 35402 And what will ye leave your mither dear? 35402 And what will ye leave your young son fair? 35402 And whatten kin''o''wark had ye there to make? 35402 And when will ye come back frae roamin''? 35402 And when your veins were void and dead, What ghosts unclean Swarmed round the straitened barren bed That hid Faustine? 35402 And where gat ye thae sleeves of red? 35402 And where will ye gang to mak your mend? 35402 And women mocked him, saying: Theophile, Lo, she is dead; what shall a woman have That loveth such an one? 35402 And yet who knows what end the scythèd wheat Makes of its foolish poppies''mouths of red? 35402 Are not my cheeks as grass, my body pale, And my breath like a dying poisoned man''s? 35402 Are not the roofs and the lintels wet? 35402 Are not the years more wise, More sad than keenest eyes, The years with soundless feet and sounding wings? 35402 Are the skies wet because we weep, Or fair because of any mirth? 35402 Are they men''s friends indeed Who watch them weep and bleed? 35402 Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows? 35402 As our kisses relax and redouble, From the lips and the foam and the fangs Shall no new sin be born for men''s trouble, No dream of impossible pangs? 35402 Because thou hast loved us, shall the gods love thee? 35402 Behind the veil, forbidden, Shut up from sight, Love, is there sorrow hidden, Is there delight? 35402 Being sexless, wilt thou be Maiden or boy? 35402 Being sightless, wilt thou see? 35402 Beyond those flying feet of fluttered doves, Are there not other gods for other loves? 35402 But death is the worst that comes of thee; Thou art fed with our dead, O mother, O sea, But when hast thou fed on our hearts? 35402 But thou, be at peace now, make no stir; Is not thy grave as a royal king''s? 35402 But who shall answer for her? 35402 But will it not one day in heaven repent you? 35402 Can God restore one ruined thing, Or he who slays our souls alive Make dead things thrive? 35402 Can I forget? 35402 Can anything be otherwise Though all men swear all things would mend With God to friend? 35402 Can ye beat off one wave with prayer, Can ye move mountains? 35402 Can ye hold fast for shine or shower One wingless hour? 35402 Come life, come death, not a word be said; Should I lose you living, and vex you dead? 35402 Could you hurt me, sweet lips, though I hurt you? 35402 Cruel? 35402 Did Satan make you to spite God? 35402 Did he find out in fire at his waking, Or discern as his eyelids lost light, When the bands of the body were breaking And all came in sight? 35402 Did he lie? 35402 Do the stars answer? 35402 Do their hands as we touch come between us? 35402 Dost thou dream of what was and no more is, The old kingdoms of earth and the kings? 35402 Dost thou hunger for these things, Dolores, For these, in a world of new things? 35402 Even so; but now that love is dead, Shall love rekindle from wet eyes, From subtle sighs? 35402 Five minutes; the poor rose is twice a rose Because it turns a face to her, the wind Sings that way; hath this woman ever sinned, I wonder? 35402 For dried is the blood of thy lover, Ipsithilla, contracted the vein; Cry aloud,Will he rise and recover, Our Lady of Pain?"
35402	For who shall change with prayers or thanksgivings The mystery of the cruelty of things?
35402	From their lips have thy lips taken fever, With the blood of their bodies grown red?
35402	Had it been so hard for my love?
35402	Has any heat too hard and insolent Burnt bare the tender married leaves, undone The maiden grass shut under from the sun?
35402	Hast thou forgotten ere I forget?
35402	Hast thou left upon earth a believer If these men are dead?
35402	Hast thou not given me above all that live Joy, and a little sorrow shalt not give?
35402	Hast thou the heart?
35402	Hast thou told all thy secrets the last time, And bared all thy beauties to one?
35402	Hath he not sent us hunger?
35402	Have the high gods anything left to give, Save dust and laurels and gold and sand?
35402	Have they boiled my maid in a brass pan, And built a gallows to hang my man?"
35402	Have they hewn my son for beasts to eat, And my wife''s body for beasts''meat?
35402	Have we not lips to love with, eyes for tears, And summer and flower of women and of years?
35402	He hath bound them: shall he break the tether?
35402	He hath rent them: shall he bind together?
35402	He hath slain them: shall he bid them live?
35402	How could the roseleaf love the rue, The day love nightfall and her dew, Though night may love the day?
35402	How should he greet thee?
35402	I have passed from the outermost portal To the shrine where a sin is a prayer; What care though the service be mortal?
35402	I never shall tell you on earth; and in heaven, If I cry to you then, will you hear or know?
35402	I said,"Bethink yourself how love Fared in us twain, what either did; Shall I unclothe my soul thereof?
35402	I would I had been the first that took her death Out from between wet hoofs and reddened teeth, Splashed horns, fierce fetlocks of the brother bull?
35402	I would the sea had hidden us, the fire( Wilt thou fear that, and fear not my desire?)
35402	III Love, is it love or sleep or shadow or light That lies between thine eyelids and thine eyes?
35402	ITYLUS Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow, How can thine heart be full of the spring?
35402	Is it not past?
35402	Is it worth a tear, is it worth an hour, To think of things that are well outworn?
35402	Is joy thy dower or grief, White rose of weary leaf, Late rose whose life is brief, whose loves are light?
35402	Is not his incense bitterness, his meat Murder?
35402	Is the breath of them hot in thy hair?
35402	Is there place in the land of your labour, Is there room in your world of delight, Where change has not sorrow for neighbour And day has not night?
35402	KING DAVID Lord God, alas, what shall I sain?
35402	KING DAVID Yea, my good knave, and is it said That I can raise men from the dead?
35402	LAUS VENERIS Asleep or waking is it?
35402	LOVE AT SEA We are in love''s land to- day; Where shall we go?
35402	Laugh or groan, Doth heaven remurmur and repeat Sad sounds or sweet?
35402	Lay not thine hand upon me; let me go; Take off thine eyes that put the gods to shame; What, wilt thou turn my loathing to thy death?
35402	Let us go seaward as the great winds go, Full of blown sand and foam; what help is here?
35402	Lo, do I crave so much?
35402	Lo, for no noise or light of thunder Shall these grave- clothes be rent in sunder; He that hath taken, shall he give?
35402	Lo, what hath he seen or known, Of the way and the wave Unbeholden, unsailed on, unsown, From the breast to the grave?
35402	Lo, what thing have ye found endure?
35402	Love, shall we start or stay, Or sail or row?
35402	Man, what have I to do with shame or thee?
35402	More than these wilt thou give, things fairer than all these things?
35402	Nay, fair Lord Christ, lift up thine eyes and see; Had now thy mother such a lip-- like this?
35402	Nay, if death be not, how shall they be?
35402	Nay, is there help in heaven?
35402	Nay, sweet, for is she God alone?
35402	Nay, though I might, Would I change my sweet one love with a word?
35402	Nay, what have I said?
35402	Nay, where the heart of wrath is broken, Where long love ends as a thing spoken, How shall thy crying enter there?
35402	O fools and blind, what seek ye there, High up in the air?
35402	O love, O lover, loose or hold me fast, I had thee first, whoever have thee last; Fairer or not, what need I know, what care?
35402	O my fair lord, I charge you leave me this: Is it not sweeter than a foolish kiss?
35402	O nursed in airs apart, O poet highest of heart, Hast thou seen time, who hast seen so many things?
35402	O our Lady of Torture, what care?
35402	O queen, take heed of words; Why wilt thou eat the husk of evil speech?
35402	O swallow, sister, O fair swift swallow, Why wilt thou fly after spring to the south, The soft south whither thine heart is set?
35402	O where have ye been the morn sae late?
35402	Of fruitless husk and fugitive flower, The dream foregone and the deed forborne?
35402	On fields of strange men''s feet, Or fields near home?
35402	Or did God mean To scourge with scorpions for a rod Our sins, Faustine?
35402	Or what thing have ye found on high Past the blind sky?
35402	Or what, Faustine?
35402	Or where have ye made your bearing- bed, To bear a son in the sides of Tyne?"
35402	Or where the fire- flowers blow, Or where the flowers of snow Or flowers of foam?
35402	RONDEL These many years since we began to be, What have the gods done with us?
35402	Rest, and be glad of the gods; but I, How shall I praise them, or how take rest?
35402	SEVENTH ANTIPHONE Wilt thou bring fine gold for a payment For sins on this wise?
35402	Shall God make a pact with thee, till his hook be found in thy sides?
35402	Shall not the grief of the old time follow?
35402	Shall not the song thereof cleave to thy mouth?
35402	Shall one shed tears or fall to laughter, At sight of all these poor old dead?
35402	Shall one so chafe that hath such little bones?
35402	Shall such an one lend love or borrow?
35402	Shall these be sorry for thy sorrow?
35402	Shall these give thanks for words or breath?
35402	Shall this be a small thing in thine eyes, That is greater in mine than the whole great sea?''
35402	Shall this dust gather flesh hereafter?
35402	Shall we not laugh, shall we not weep, Not we, though this be as it is?
35402	Shame may do most where fear is found most weak; That which for shame''s sake yet I have not done, Shall it be done for fear''s?
35402	She is right fair; what hath she done to thee?
35402	Sin, is it sin whereby men''s souls are thrust Into the pit?
35402	Sister, my sister, O soft light swallow, Though all things feast in the spring''s guest- chamber, How hast thou heart to be glad thereof yet?
35402	Sleep were no sweeter than her face to me, Sleep of cold sea- bloom under the cold sea; What pain could get between my face and hers?
35402	Sleep, is it sleep perchance that covers Each face, as each face were his lover''s?
35402	Sleep, shall we sleep after all?
35402	Sleep; what hast thou to do with her?
35402	Sweet, does death hurt?
35402	THE BLOODY SON( FINNISH)"O where have ye been the morn sae late, My merry son, come tell me hither?
35402	The dead man answered thus:"What good gift shall God give us?"
35402	The dead man asked of them:"Is the green land stained brown with flame?
35402	The eyes that weep, with the mouth that sings?"
35402	The first board spake and said:"Is it best eating flesh or bread?"
35402	The gulf is strait, but deep enough; Who shall recross, who among men Shall cross again?
35402	The hands that cling and the feet that follow, The voice of the child''s blood crying yet_ Who hath remembered me?
35402	The hopes that hurt and the dreams that hover, Shall they not vanish away and apart?
35402	The second answered it:"Is wine or honey the more sweet?"
35402	The son of grief begot by joy?
35402	The third board spake and said:"Is red gold worth a girl''s gold head?"
35402	The woven web that was plain to follow, The small slain body, the flowerlike face, Can I remember if thou forget?
35402	There is a god about me like as fire, Sprung whence, who knoweth, or who hath heart to say?
35402	There''s many a wind and way, And never a May but May; We are in love''s hand to- day; Where shall we go?
35402	They shall pass, and shalt thou not be shaken?
35402	They shall perish, and shalt thou endure?
35402	Thou knowest what hath been, knowest thou what shall be?
35402	Thou, first of men and friend, Seest thou, even thou, the end?
35402	Thy lord the summer is good to follow, And fair the feet of thy lover the spring: But what wilt thou say to the spring thy lover?
35402	Thy sweet low bosom, thy close hair, Thy strait soft flanks and slenderer feet, Thy virginal strange air, Are these not over fair For Love to greet?
35402	Time found our tired love sleeping, And kissed away his breath; But what should we do weeping, Though light love sleep to death?
35402	Times unforgotten, and treasures of things?
35402	To what strange end hath some strange god made fair The double blossom of two fruitless flowers?
35402	Unless, perhaps, white death had kissed me there, Kissing her hair?
35402	Was it myrtle or poppy thy garland was woven with, O my Dolores?
35402	Was it pallor of slumber, or blush as of blood, that I found in thee fair?
35402	Was life worth living then?
35402	Was mine not too?
35402	We are in love''s land to- day-- Where shall we land you, sweet?
35402	We twain once well in sunder, What will the mad gods do For hate with me, I wonder, Or what for love with you?
35402	Wert thou pure and a maiden, Dolores, When desire took thee first by the throat?
35402	What adders came to shed their coats?
35402	What ailed us, O gods, to desert you For creeds that refuse and restrain?
35402	What aileth thee, wilt thou do services?
35402	What ails us to fear overmeasure, To praise thee with timorous breath, O mistress and mother of pleasure, The one thing as certain as death?
35402	What am I, that my lips do thee wrong?
35402	What broke off the garlands that girt you?
35402	What bud was the shell of a blossom That all men may smell to and pluck?
35402	What coiled obscene Small serpents with soft stretching throats Caressed Faustine?
35402	What colour burning man''s wide- open eye But may be pleasurably seen?
35402	What flower of kisses without fruit Of love, Faustine?
35402	What hast thou found in the spring to follow?
35402	What hast thou found in thine heart to sing?
35402	What hope, what light, Falls from the farthest starriest way On you that pray?
35402	What is time, that his children should face thee?
35402	What milk fed thee first at what bosom?
35402	What new sweet thing would love not relish worse?
35402	What new work wilt thou find for thy lover, What new passions for daytime or night?
35402	What pain, established in so sweet a place, But the plucked leaf of it smells fragrantly?
35402	What shall I say?
35402	What shall be said?
35402	What sins gave thee suck?
35402	What spells that they know not a word of Whose lives are as leaves overblown?
35402	What sterile growths of sexless root Or epicene?
35402	What sundered you spirit and clay?
35402	What tortures undreamt of, unheard of, Unwritten, unknown?
35402	What was the song I made of you Here where the grass forgets our feet As afternoon forgets the dew?
35402	What wilt thou do when the summer is shed?
35402	What wilt thou do?
35402	When have they heard us?
35402	When shall feathers be as lead?
35402	When shall stanes in the sea swim?
35402	When shall the sunrise on the north side be?
35402	Where are the imperial years?
35402	Where are they, Cotytto or Venus, Astarte or Ashtaroth, where?
35402	Where in this world is room enough for pain?"
35402	Where, when the gods would be cruel, Do they go for a torture?
35402	Who are we that embalm and embrace thee With spices and savours of song?
35402	Who gave thee thy wisdom?
35402	Who has known all the evil before us, Or the tyrannous secrets of time?
35402	Who hath known the ways and the wrath, The sleepless spirit, the root And blossom of evil will, The divine device of a god?
35402	Who hath known, who knoweth, O gods?
35402	Who knows what word were best to say?
35402	Who shall behold it or hath?
35402	Who shall give sorrow enough, Or who the abundance of tears?
35402	Who shall kiss, in thy father''s own city, With such lips as he sang with, again?
35402	Who shall turn on fate?
35402	Why am I fair at all before thee, why At all desired?
35402	Why hath he made us?
35402	Why is your coat sae fouled the day?
35402	Why will ye weep?
35402	Why wilt thou follow lesser loves?
35402	Will not God do right?
35402	Will they solace you wholly, the days that were?
35402	Will they tie the winds in a tether, Put a bit in the jaws of the sea?
35402	Will ye beat always at the gate, Ye fools of fate?
35402	Will ye bridle the deep sea with reins, will ye chasten the high sea with rods?
35402	Will ye take her to chain her with chains, who is older than all ye Gods?
35402	Will you forget as I forgot?
35402	Will you lift up your eyes between sadness and bliss, Meet mine, and see where the great love is, And tremble and turn and be changed?
35402	Wilt thou judge thy people now, O king that wast found most wise?
35402	Wilt thou lie any more, O thou whose mouth is emptied of lies?
35402	Wilt thou put back the time of the sea, or the place of the season of tides?
35402	Wilt thou smile as a woman disdaining The light fire in the veins of a boy?
35402	Wilt thou yet take all, Galilean?
35402	With her, my love, with her have they done well?
35402	With the sweet of the sins of old ages Wilt thou satiate thy soul as of yore?
35402	Would I have you change now, change at a blow, Startled and stricken, awake and aware?
35402	Would I lose you now?
35402	Would I not hurt thee perfectly?
35402	Would I not plague thee dying overmuch?
35402	Ye are fallen, our lords, by what token?
35402	Ye fools; for which among you deems His prayer can alter green to red Or stones to bread?
35402	Yea, is not even Apollo, with hair and harpstring of gold, A bitter God to follow, a beautiful God to behold?
35402	Yea, what if dried- up stems wax red and green, Shall that thing be which is not nor has been?
35402	Yea, what if sapless bark wax green and white, Shall any good fruit grow upon my sin?
35402	Yea, with thy sweet lips, with thy sweet sword; yea, Take life and all, for I will die, I say; Love, I gave love, is life a better boon?
35402	Your soul forgot her joys, forgot Her times of teen; Yea, this life likewise will you not Forget, Faustine?
35402	_ Imitated from Théophile Gautier._ APRIL FROM THE FRENCH OF THE VIDAME DE CHARTRES 12--?
35402	and how Are you Faustine?
35402	and now Is life worth sin?
35402	are thine Too weak to bear these hands and lips of mine?
35402	bid the flower Take flight and turn to a bird in the air?
35402	did he laugh?
35402	does he know it, Now he lies out of reach, out of breath, Thy prophet, thy preacher, thy poet, Sin''s child by incestuous Death?
35402	filled with thirst Their lips who cried unto him?
35402	his hidden face and iron feet Hath not man known, and felt them on their way Threaten and trample all things and every day?
35402	in the night Have ye found comfort?
35402	is it all past over?
35402	is it hither to me, O my sweet?
35402	not touch Thy pores of sense with torture, and make bright Thine eyes with bloodlike tears and grievous light?
35402	or by day Have ye seen gods?
35402	or when, Having given us love, hast thou taken away?
35402	what do ye weeping?
35402	what new name, Fit to move all men''s hearts, could move Thee, deaf to love or shame, Love''s sister, by the same Mother as Love?
35402	what sense Keeps in its hot sharp extreme violence No savour of sweet things?
35402	what shall be said of thee?
35402	what stories That stung thee, what visions that smote?
35402	what with me, What with my love?
35402	when have I done you wrong, Living?
35402	where Plant thorns, set pain like a jewel?
35402	who had guessed You loved me best?
35402	who hath cursed Spirit and flesh with longing?
35402	who hath forgotten?_ Thou hast forgotten, O summer swallow, But the world shall end when I forget.
35402	who hath known Their faces, climbed unto their feet, Felt them and found them?
35402	who shall see her dead?
35402	who shall tell Sweet things or sad, such things as no man hears?
35402	wilt thou be worse than death?
35402	would I take you then, If I lose you now that my heart has need?
37738	A French lord maun I we d, father? 37738 And quhat wul ze doe wi''zour towirs and zour ha'', Edward, Edward?
37738	And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir, Edward, Edward? 37738 And quhatten penance wul ze drie, for that, 25 Edward, Edward?
37738	And what did she do wi''the fish, My little wee croodlin doo?
37738	And what did ye do wi''the banes o''t, My bonnie wee croodlin doo?
37738	And what will ye leave to your sister Ann?
37738	Are there nae gowdsmiths here in Fife, Can make to you anither knife? 37738 Are ye my father the king?"
37738	Are ye sleeping, Margaret?
37738	Auchanachie Gordon, he is but a man, Altho''he be pretty, where lies his free land? 37738 But how came thy sword so bloody, Merry son of mine?"
37738	But whaten bluid''s that on your sword, Willie? 37738 But where will I get a pretty little boy, That will win hose and shoon; That will go quickly to Strawberry Castle, And bid my lord come doun?"
37738	Come riddle my riddle, dear mother,he said, 5"And riddle us both as one; Whether I shall marry with fair Ellinor, And let the brown girl alone?"
37738	Cruel her sister, was''t for me That to her she was unkind? 37738 Gin ye be Clerk Saunders, my true love, This meikle marvels me: O wherein is your bonny arms 125 That wo nt to embrace me?"
37738	Have ye brought me any scarlets sae red, Or any of the silks sae fine; Or have ye brought me any precious things, 15 That merchants have for sale?
37738	How can I turn to my horse head, And learn how to sowm? 37738 How do you like my bed, Musgrave?
37738	I gied them to my little dog; Mak my bed, mammie, noo,20"And what did your little doggie do, My bonnie wee croodlin doo?"
37738	I sleep richt aft, I wake richt aft;[L19] What want ye wi''me, son? 37738 If on your death- bed you doe lye, What needs the tale you are tellin?
37738	If she''s been sick, and like to die, What makes her wear the gold sae high?
37738	If she''s been sick, and nigh to dead, What makes her wear the ribbon so red? 37738 In the north when breaks the morning, 50 Merry son of mine?"
37738	Is not thy hawke upon a perch? 37738 Is that my father Philip, 5 Or is''t my brother John?
37738	Is there any room at your head, Willy, 45 Or any room at your feet? 37738 Is there ony room at your head, Saunders, 135 Is there ony room at your feet?
37738	Is there ony room at your head, Saunders? 37738 Is this your bride?"
37738	It''s I winna gae to the school, brother; 5 Nor will I gae to the ba''? 37738 It''s whether will ye be a rank robber''s wife,_ Eh vow bonnie_, 30 Or will ye die by my wee penknife,"_ On the bonnie banks o''Fordie_?
37738	It''s whether will ye be a rank robber''s wife,_ Eh vow bonnie_, Or will ye die by my wee penknife,15_ On the bonnie banks o''Fordie_?
37738	Lord Barnaby''s wife although I be, Yet what is that to thee? 37738 Mak haste, mak haste, ye wicht baron; What keeps ye here sae late?
37738	My bird Willie, my boy Willie, My dear Willie,he sayd: 20"How can ze strive against the stream?
37738	Now where is the lady of this hall?
37738	Now whether are ye the queen hersell,( For so ye weel might be,) 30 Or are ye the Lass of Lochroyan, Seekin''Lord Gregory?
37738	O Willie has a bonny face, And dear but it is bonny;"But Willie has nae other grace; What wou''d ye do wi''Willie?
37738	O Willie has a bonny hand, And dear but it is bonny;"He has nae mair for a''his land; 15 What wou''d ye do wi''Willie?
37738	O art thou blind, Lord Thomas?
37738	O came you by yon water- side? 37738 O chuse, O chuse, Lady Marg''ret,"he said,"O whether will ye gang or bide?"
37738	O cou''dna ye gotten dukes, or lords, Intill your ain countrie, That ye drew up wi''an English dog, 55 To bring this shame on me? 37738 O didna I tell ye, auld Ingram, 125 Ere ye socht me to we d, That Lord Wa''yates, your sister''s son, Had been into my bed?"
37738	O dinna ye mind, love Gregor,she says,"Whan we sat at the wine, How we changed the napkins frae our necks?
37738	O gin ye be Annie of Lochroyan, As I trust not ye be, 50 What taiken can ye gie that e''er I kept your companie?
37738	O hae ye gotten anither fair love, For a''the oaths ye sware? 37738 O is it my father, O is it my mother, 5 Or is it my brother John?
37738	O is my bowers brent, my boy? 37738 O is my father and my mother weel, 25 But and my brothers three?
37738	O is there any of my towers burnt, Or any of my castles won? 37738 O leuch ye at my men, Wa''yates, Or did ye lauch at me?
37738	O lie ye there, my sons,he said,"For owsen or for kye?
37738	O rede, O rede, mither,he says,"A gude rede gie to mee: O sall I tak the nut- browne bride, 15 And let faire Annet bee?"
37738	O sister, tell me who is the man, That did your body win? 37738 O sleep ye, wake ye, Lillie Flower?
37738	O sleep ye, wake ye, May Margaret, Or are ye the bower within?
37738	O sleep ye, wake ye, mither?
37738	O thy hawk''s blude was ne''er sae red, 65 Nor e''er sae dear to me: O what blude''s this upon your dirk? 37738 O thy hound''s blude was ne''er sae red, Nor e''er sae dear to me: 60 O what blude''s this upon your hand?
37738	O thy steed''s blude was ne''er sae red, Nor e''er sae dear to me: O what blude''s this upon your cheek? 37738 O wha is that at my bower door, 15 Sae weel my name does ken?"
37738	O wha is this at my bower door, 45 That calls me by my name?
37738	O wha will guide your horse, Janet? 37738 O wha will kame my yellow hair, 5 With a new- made silver kame?
37738	O wha will put on the pat,they said,"Or wha will put on the pan, Or wha will put on a bauld, bauld fire, To burn Lady Marjorie in?"
37738	O wha will shoe my bonny foot? 37738 O wha will shoe my fair foot, And wha will glove my han''?
37738	O wha will shoe my foot, my foot? 37738 O whae has done the wrang, sister, 65 Or dared the deadly sin?
37738	O whare are ye going, Lord Lovel, 5 My dearest tell to me?
37738	O whare got ye that water, Annie, That washes you sae white?
37738	O whare hae ye been a''day, Lord Donald, my son? 37738 O whare is a''my merry young men, 65 Wham I gi''e meat and fee, To pu''the bracken and the thorn, To burn this vile whore wi''?"
37738	O whare will I get a bonny boy, To help me in my need, 70 To rin wi''haste to Lord William, And bid him come wi''speed?
37738	O what care I for James or George, Or yet for bonny Peter? 37738 O what gat ye at your grandmother''s, 5 My little wee croodlin doo?"
37738	O what needs I toil day and night, My fair body to spill, When I ha''e knichts at my command, And ladies at my will?
37738	O what will you leave to your father dear?
37738	O whaten a death will ye die, Willie? 37738 O whaur did she catch the fishie, My bonnie wee croodlin doo?"
37738	O whaur hae ye been a''the day, My little wee croodlin doo?
37738	O when will ye come hame again? 37738 O where hae ye been Lord Randal, my son?
37738	O whether have you left with me Your bracelet or your glove? 37738 O will we Bondsey head, sister?
37738	O will ye be called a robber''s wife? 37738 O will ye gae to the school, brother?
37738	O will ye gang to the cards, Meggie? 37738 O will ye to the cards, Margaret, Or to the table to dine?
37738	O will you father your bairn on me, And on no other man? 37738 Or wha will kemb my yellow hair 5 Wi''a new- made silver kemb?
37738	Quhair sall I get a bonny boy, That will win hose and shoen; That will gae to Lord Barnard''s ha'', And bid his lady cum? 37738 Quhy dois zour brand sae drop w''bluid, Edward, Edward?
37738	Say whence com''st thou, say whence com''st thou, Merry son of mine?
37738	Sheep will die in cots, mither, And owsen die in byre; 50 And what''s this warld''s wealth to me, An I get na my heart''s desire? 37738 So long where hast thou tarried, Little daughter dear?"
37738	So long where hast thou tarried, Young man of Rosengord?
37738	The ballad of_ The Douglas Tragedy_,says Scott,"is one of the few(?)
37738	There is twa maidens in a bower; 25 Which o''them sall I bring hame? 37738 Wha will saddle my steed,"she says,"And gar my bridle ring?
37738	Whan will ye come hame again, Willie? 37738 Whare gat ye the fishes, Lord Donald, my son?
37738	Whare will I get a bonny boy, That wad fain win hose and shoon, That will rin to fair Annie''s bower, 55 Wi''the lei light o''the moon? 37738 Whare will I get a bonny boy, Wad fain win hose and shoon, That wad rin on to my Wa''yates, 35 And quickly come again?"
37738	What about did the plea begin? 37738 What aileth thee now, dear Johnstone?
37738	What bluid''s that on thy coat lap? 37738 What colour were his hawks?"
37738	What death dost thou desire to die? 37738 What did ye get for your supper, Lord Donald, my son?
37738	What dule disturb''d my dochter''s sleep? 37738 What gave she thee to eat, Henry, my dearest son?"
37738	What hast done there, what hast done there, 5 Merry son of mine?
37738	What like were your fishes, Lord Donald, my son? 37738 What needs ye lang for day, And wish that ye were away?
37738	What news, what news, ye bonny boy? 37738 What three things are these, sweet William,"she says,"That lye close at your feet?"
37738	What wad ye hae for your supper, Lord Donald, my son? 37738 What will ye leave to your brither, Lord Donald, my son?
37738	What will ye leave to your brother John?
37738	What will ye leave to your father, Lord Donald my son? 37738 What will ye leave to your sister Grace?"
37738	What will ye leave to your sister, Lord Donald, my son? 37738 What will ye leave to your true- love, Lord Donald, my son?
37738	What will ye say to your father dear, When ye gae hame at e''en?
37738	What will you leave to your brother John?
37738	What will you leave to your mother dear?
37738	What will you leave to your sister Ann?
37738	What will you leave to your sister Grace?
37738	What wilt thou leave to thy mother dear? 37738 What wilt thou leave to thy poor wife?
37738	What would you give to your Father dear?
37738	What would you give to your Mother dear?
37738	What would you give to your brother John''s wife?
37738	What would you give to your brother John?
37738	What would you give to your sister Anne?
37738	What''s paler than the prymrose wan? 37738 What''s thy brother''s name?
37738	When shall feathers sink to the bottom, Merry son of mine?
37738	When shall stones dance on the water, Merry son of mine?
37738	When will you marry me, William, And make me your wedded wife? 37738 When wilt thou come, and I''ll attend?
37738	Where hast thou been away so long, Henry, my dearest son?
37738	Where will I find a boy so kind, That''ll carry a letter canny, Who will run on to Tiftie''s town, 75 Give it to my love Annie?
37738	Where will I get a bonny boy, Will win gold to his fee, Will run unto Childe Vyet''s ha'', With this letter from me?
37738	Whither wilt thou now betake thee, Merry son of mine?
37738	Why thus clay- bedaubed thy jacket, Merry son of mine?
37738	Will ye be called a robber''s wife? 37738 Will ye be called a robber''s wife?
37738	Will ye gie us our loves, father, For gold, or yet for fee? 37738 Will you marry the southland lord, A queen o''fair England to be?
37738	Ye''re welcome, ye''re welcome, my ain gude lord, 5 Ye''re welcome hame to me; But where- away are my twa sons? 37738 [ L112] Then out it speaks the bride hersell, And a sorry heart had she;"Is there nae ane amang you a''115 Will dance this dance for me?"
37738	[ L8]Oh dimì ti, Monfrenna, Cosa ch''a''t na voi fa''?
37738	& c. 10"And how many pieces cut she thee, Henry my dearest son?"
37738	& c. 30"What wishest thou for thy true- love, Henry, my dearest son?"
37738	& c."And what befell the dark- brown dog, Henry, my dearest son?"
37738	& c."What wishest thou for thy father, Henry, my dearest son?"
37738	& c."What wishest thou for thy mother, Henry, my dearest son?"
37738	& c."Where left she then the third piece, 15 Henry, my dearest son?"
37738	-- Out spak Annet''s mother dear, An''she spak a word o''pride; Says,"Whare is a''our bride''s maidens, They''re no busking the bride?"
37738	-- Out then spak her eldest brother, 45"O how shall we her ken?"
37738	-- Then saft she smiled, and said to him,"O what ill hae I done?"
37738	-- Then they''ve ta''en up the comely corpse, And laid it on the ground: 50"O wha has killed our ae sister, And how can he be found?
37738	--"And if I were thine, and in thy propine, O what wad ye do to me?"
37738	--"Hae ye brought me onie fine things, Onie new thing for to wear?
37738	--"O dinna ye mind, Lord Gregory, As we sat at the wine, We changed the rings frae our fingers?
37738	--"O see na thou yon bonny bower, It''s a''cover''d o''er wi''tin?
37738	--"Sall we young Benjie head, sister, Sall we young Benjie hang, Or sall we pike out his twa gray een, 75 And punish him ere he gang?"
37738	--"What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randal, my son?
37738	--"What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son?
37738	--"Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son?
37738	10"O who is this at my bower door, Sae well that knows my name?"
37738	10"Why is thy foot so bloody, Young man of Rosengord?"
37738	100"How can I live, how shall I live?
37738	100"What will ye leave to your brother John''s wife?"
37738	110 O ben than cam now Sweet Willie, Saying,"Bride, will ye dance wi''me?"
37738	120"What aileth thee, my lady dear?
37738	15"Why is thy sword so bloody, Young man of Rosengord?"
37738	20 And he has till his brother gane:"Now, brother, rede ye mee; A'', sall I marrie the nut- browne bride, And let fair Annet bee?"
37738	20 Her mother call''d her to the door:"Come here to me, my Annie; Did you ever see a prettier man Than this Trumpeter of Fyvie?"
37738	20"And have you asked of my brother John?
37738	20"Are you awake, sweet William?"
37738	20"Lady Marjorie, Lady Marjorie, For faith and charitie, Will ye gie to me my faith and troth, That I gave once to thee?"
37738	20"O do n''t I give you meat,"he says,"And do n''t I pay you fee?
37738	20"Whare hae ye been a''night, Willie?
37738	20"What news, what news, Lord Thomas?"
37738	20"Where leav''st thou thy gray- haired father, Merry son of mine?"
37738	20"Whither wilt thou betake thee, Young man of Rosengord?"
37738	20_ With_,& c. What did he doe with her eyes so bright?
37738	25 What will ye leave to your father, my jollie young man?"
37738	25"What frightfu''sight is that, my love?
37738	25"What will become of thy wedded wife, Young man of Rosengord?"
37738	25"Where leav''st thou thy gray- haired mother, Merry son of mine?"
37738	30 And who is the wretch, tell me, likewise, That threw you in the lin?"
37738	30 What death dost thou desire to die?
37738	30"As I came thro''the woods this night, The wolf maist worried me; O shou''d I slain the wolf, Maisry?
37738	30"O tell us, tell us, May Margaret, And dinna to us len, O wha is aught yon noble steed, That stands your stable in?
37738	30"What will become of thy children small, Young man of Rosengord?"
37738	30"Where leav''st thou thy wife so youthful, Merry son of mine?"
37738	35"When comest thou back again, Young man of Rosengord?"
37738	35"Where leav''st thou thy son so youthful, Merry son of mine?"
37738	40 Or what is it that ye lie for, Sae sair bound as ye lie?"
37738	40 Then up bespak her eldest brother,"O see na ye what I see?"
37738	40"And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife, Edward, Edward?
37738	40"And when will the swan be black as night, Young man of Rosengord?"
37738	40"O mith I tell you, Gib, my man, Gin I a man had slain?"
37738	40"O tell us, tell us, May Margaret, And dinna to us len, O wha is aught yon noble hawk, That stands your kitchen in?"
37738	40"O wha is aucht that bairn,"he says,[L41]"That ye sae big are wi''?
37738	40"O whare was ye gotten, and where was ye clecked, My bonny birdie, tell me?"
37738	40"O what''s become o''my house cock Sae crouse at ane did craw?
37738	40"What three things are these, sweet William,"she says,"That stand here at your head?"
37738	40"What wilt thou leave to thy auld son?
37738	40"Where leav''st thou thy youthful daughter, Merry son of mine?"
37738	45 Is there ony room at your feet?
37738	45"And when will the raven be white as snow, Young man of Rosengord?"
37738	45"Home when com''st thou back from roaming, Merry son of mine?"
37738	5 What wad ye hae for your supper, my jollie young man?"
37738	5 Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?"
37738	5"What hast thou done in the stable, Young man of Rosengord?"
37738	50 And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir?
37738	50 Her mither raise out o''her bed, And ca''d on baith her women:"What ails ye, Annie, my dochter dear?
37738	50 Then he''s gane to the michty Mayor, And he spak courteouslie:"Will ye grant my twa sons''lives, Either for gold or fee?
37738	50 Where is the man amo''them a'', That shou''d gie me fair wedding?"
37738	50"And when will fly the grey rocks, Young man of Rosengord?"
37738	50"O tell us, tell us, May Margaret, And dinna to us len, O wha is that, May Margaret, You and the wa''between?"
37738	50**************"O are my ladie''s fauldis brunt, Or are her towers won?
37738	60 Then up the stair his trumpeter He called soon and shortly:"Pray tell me soon, what''s this you''ve done To Tiftie''s bonny Annie?"
37738	60"O sister, sister, what have I done,_ Eh vow bonnie_?
37738	60"Well may you sit and see, Lady, Well may you sit and say; Did you not see a bloody squire Come riding by this way?"
37738	60"What''s become o''your maries, Maisry, Your bower it looks sae teem?
37738	65 And how like ye my sheets?
37738	65 And wha will glove my hand?
37738	65 Thy steed eats oats and hay, And thou[ a] fair lady in thine armes,-- And wouldst thou bee away?"
37738	65 What''s redder than the rose?
37738	70 Or are you returned back againe To know more of my love?"
37738	70"O what will ye say to your father?
37738	80"And has na thou mind, Lord Gregory, As we sat on the hill, Thou twin''d me o''my maidenheid Right sair against my will?
37738	80"O what will you leave to your father dear?"
37738	80"What will you leave to your mother dear?"
37738	90 Are there nae sheath- makers in the land, Can make a sheath to Leesome Brand?"
37738	90"Is na your horse in my stable, Eating good corn and hay?
37738	90"O is my biggins broken, boy?
37738	A French lord maun I we d?
37738	A frightfu''sight to see; What bluid is this on your sharp brand, O may ye not tell me, my dear?
37738	And also of my sister Anne?"
37738	And he has till his sister gane:"Now sister, rede ye mee; O sall I marrie the nut- browne bride, 35 And set fair Annet free?"
37738	And he''s awa''to his true love''s bower, 35 He''s tirled at the pin:"Whar hae ye been, my dear Johnstone, Sae late a coming in?"
37738	And how like ye my fair lady, Lies in your arms and sleeps?
37738	And isna yoursel in my arms twa; 95 Then how can ye lang for day?"
37738	And quhat wul ze doe wi''zour towirs and zour ha'', 35 That were sae fair to see O?"
37738	And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife, Quhan ze gang ovir the sea O?"
37738	And quhatten penance will ze drie for that?
37738	And sayes,"dost thou know Child Maurice head, 105 Iff that thou dost it see?
37738	And wha will father my young son, Till Lord Gregory come hame?"
37738	And wha will glove my hand?
37738	And wha will ha''e me to gude church- door, This day I''m ill abound?"
37738	And wha will lace my middle jimp Wi''a lang, lang linen band?
37738	And wha will lace my middle jimp Wi''a new- made London ban''?
37738	And wha will prin my sma''middle, Wi''the short prin and the lang?"
37738	At the same time, the Lord came in; He said,"What ails thee, Annie?"
37738	But he''s awa''to his sister''s bower, He''s tirled at the pin:"Whare hae ye been, my dear brither, Sae late a coming in?"
37738	But up and stands the nut- brown bride, Just at her father''s knee;"O wha is this, my father dear, That blinks in Willie''s e''e?"
37738	Gil Morice sate in gude grene wode, 105 He whistled and he sang:"O what mean a''the folk coming?
37738	Hast thou not got my father''s gold, 95 Bot and my mither''s fee?
37738	He lifted up the coverlett, He lifted up the sheet;"How now, how now, thou little Musgrave, 75 Doest thou find my lady sweet?"
37738	He sayes,"how now, how now, Childe Maurice, Alacke how may this bee?"
37738	He''s ta''en her in his arms twa, And ha''ed her up the stair; 130 Then up it came her jolly bridegroom, Says,"What''s your business there?"
37738	His brither stood upo''the bank, Says,"Fye, man, will ye drown?
37738	How dare you stop my errand?"
37738	Is na your hawk on my perch tree, Just perching for his prey?
37738	Is na your hounds in my cellar 85 Eating white meal and gray?"
37738	Is there ony room at your twa sides, For a lady to lie and sleep?"
37738	Janet''s awa''to her father, 5 As fast as she could hie;"O what''s your will wi''me, father?
37738	Lang stood she at her true love''s door, And lang tirl''d at the pin; At length up gat his fause mother, 35 Says,"Wha''s that wad be in?"
37738	Likewise of her who did me bear?
37738	O Annie, was ye dreamin''?
37738	O ben than cam the auld French lord, Saying,"Bride, will ye dance with me?"
37738	O did you ever hear of the brave Earl Brand?
37738	O dost thou not see my own heart''s blood Run trickling down my knee?"
37738	O have I done this ill to thee,_ On the bonnie banks o''Fordie_?
37738	O may ye not tell me?"
37738	O wha will guide him best?"
37738	O whare hae ye been a''day, my jollie young man?"
37738	O what''s your will wi''me?"
37738	O when he came to Lord Barnard''s castel, 25 He tinkled at the ring; Who was as ready as Lord Barnard[L27] himself To let this little boy in?
37738	O where hae ye been, my handsome young man?"
37738	O, Annie, winna ye bide?"
37738	Or any room at your side, Willy, Wherein that I may creep?"
37738	Or are ye my true love, sweet William, From England newly come?"
37738	Or are you a rank robber, Come in my bower to break?"
37738	Or came you by yon meadow green?
37738	Or hae ye brought me a braid o''lace, 15 To snood up my gowden hair?"
37738	Or has the lady that I lo''e best Brought me a daughter or son?"
37738	Or is Lady Marjorie brought to bed, 45 Of a daughter or a son?"
37738	Or is it sweet William, my ain true love, To Scotland new come home?"
37738	Or is my Maisery lichter yet O''a dear dochter or son?"
37738	Or is my castle won?
37738	Or is my lady lighter yet, O''a dear daughter or son?"
37738	Or is my towers won?
37738	Or is''t my true love Willy, From Scotland new come home?"
37738	Or leuch ye at the bierdly bride, That''s gaun to marry me?"
37738	Or ony room at your side, Saunders, Where fain, fain, I wad sleep?"
37738	Or saw you my sweet Willy?"
37738	Or shou''d the wolf slain me, my dear?
37738	Or shou''d the wolf slain me?"
37738	Or wha''ll be father to my young bairn, Till love Gregor come hame?"
37738	Or will we Bondsey hang?
37738	Or will we set him at our bow end, Lat arrows at him gang?"
37738	Or will ye be sae gude a man, 55 As grant them baith to me?"
37738	Or will ye be stickit wi''my bloody knife?
37738	Or will ye be stickit wi''my bloody knife?
37738	Or will ye be stickit wi''my bloody knife?
37738	Or will ye gae to the ba''?
37738	Or will ye gae to the wood a- warslin, To see whilk o''s maun fa''?"
37738	Or will ye gang wi''me?
37738	Or will ye ha''e a bower woman, 15 To stay ere it be day?"
37738	Or will ye take our own sweet lives, And let our true loves be?"
37738	Or will you mourn for sweet Willie, The morn upon yon lea?"
37738	Out an''spak the bride''s maidens, 65 They spak a word o''pride; Says,"Whare is a''the fine cleiding?
37738	Page 184, line 50: deleted erroneous closing quotation mark( Says,"What means a''this mourning?)
37738	Page 352, line 42: added closing quotation mark("Where leav''st thou thy youthful daughter,/ Merry son of mine?")
37738	Pou''d you the rose or lilly?
37738	Quhy dois zour brand sae drop wi''bluid, And quhy sae sad gang zee O?"
37738	Qy.?
37738	Says,"Will ye be a rank robber''s wife, 45_ Eh vow bonnie_, Or will ye die by my wee penknife,"_ On the bonnie banks o''Fordie_?
37738	The eldest said to the youngest ane,_ Binnorie, O Binnorie_;"Will ye go and see our father''s ships come in?"
37738	The first o''them was clad in red, 5_ Fine flowers i''the valley_;"O lady, will ye be my bride?"
37738	The second o''them was clad in green,_ Fine flowers i''the valley_; 10"O lady, will ye be my queen?"
37738	The third o''them was clad in yellow,_ Fine flowers i''the valley_;"O lady, will ye be my marrow?"
37738	Then out it speaks him Hynde Henry:"Come here, Janet, to me; 80 Will ye gie me my faith and troth, And love, as I gae thee?"
37738	Then out it speaks him gay William:"Come here, sweet Marjorie; Will ye gie me my faith and troth, And love, as I gae thee?"
37738	Then out it speaks the bride hersell, Says,"What means a''this mourning?
37738	Thinks thou still fit thus for to treat Thy captive cruelly?
37738	Up than spak the nut- browne bride, She spak wi''meikle spite; 90"And whair gat ye that rose- water, That does mak yee sae white?"
37738	Up then spake the king himself, In the chamber where he lay: 70"O what ails the pretty parrot, That prattles so long ere day?"
37738	Up then spake the pretty parrot, In the bonnie cage where it lay:"O what hae ye done with the false Sir John, That he behind you does stay?
37738	Up then spake the pretty parrot:"May Colvin, where have you been?
37738	Whae was sae stout, and fear''d nae dout, As thraw ye o''er the linn?"
37738	Whare gat ye the fishes, my jollie young man?"
37738	What aileth thee at me?
37738	What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?"
37738	What bluid''s that on thy coat lap?
37738	What colour was the gallant steed That bore him from the bounds?"
37738	What did ye get for your supper, my jollie young man?"
37738	What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?"
37738	What has become of false Sir John, 55 That wooed you so late yestreen?"
37738	What like were your fishes, my jollie young man?"
37738	What news hae ye to me?
37738	What will ye leave to your brither, my jollie young man?"
37738	What will ye leave to your sister, my jollie young man?"
37738	What will ye leave to your true- love, my jollie young man?"
37738	What''s become o''your green claithing?
37738	What''s fairer than the lilye flower On this wee know that grows?"
37738	When he cam to the lady''s bower, He chappit at the chin; 100"O, wha is that at my bower door, That opens na and comes in?"
37738	When he sat in his father''s chair, He grew baith pale and wan:"O what blude''s that upon your brow?
37738	Young Johnstone, do not you see The red, red drops o''my bonny heart''s blood Rin trinkling down my knee?
37738	[ L114]"O are ye a man of mean,"she says, 115"Seekin ony o''my meat?
37738	[ L64]"O wha is this,"says that lady, 65"That opens nae and comes in?"
37738	_ For ah, ah!--I am so ill-- ah!_ 10"What didst thou do with the fish- bones, Little daughter dear?"
37738	_ For ah, ah!--I am so ill-- ah!_ 15"What wish leav''st thou thy father, Little daughter dear?"
37738	_ For ah, ah!--I am so ill-- ah!_ 20"What wish leav''st thou thy mother, Little daughter dear?"
37738	_ For ah, ah!--I am so ill-- ah!_ 25"What wish leav''st thou thy brother, Little daughter dear?"
37738	_ For ah, ah!--I am so ill-- ah!_ 30"What wish leav''st thou thy sister, Little daughter dear?"
37738	_ For ah, ah!--I am so ill-- ah!_ 35"What wish leav''st thou thy step- mother, Little daughter dear?"
37738	_ For ah, ah!--I am so ill-- ah!_ 40"What wish leav''st thou thy old nurse, Little daughter dear?"
37738	_ For ah, ah!--I am so ill-- ah!_ 5"What gave she thee for dinner, Little daughter dear?"
37738	_ With_,& c. What did he do with her veynes so blewe?
37738	_ With_,& c. What did he doe with her brest bone?
37738	_ With_,& c. What did he doe with her fingers so small?
37738	_ With_,& c. What did he doe with her nose- ridge?
37738	_ With_,& c. What did he doe with her tongue soe rough?
37738	_ With_,& c. What did he doe with her two shinnes?
37738	_ who is it owns that child?_ ava,_ of all_.
37738	a corruption?
37738	aucht,_ owns_; wha is aucht that bairn?
37738	bidene,_ in a company_,_ forthwith_(?)
37738	brent,_ burnt_; 308, v. 31,_ straight_?
37738	bridesteel,( Buchan,) 183,_ bridal_?
37738	dapperby, 189,_ dapper_?
37738	dight, 253,_ skilfully_,_ readily_?
37738	fitches, 329,_ flitches_?
37738	gravat,_ cravat_?
37738	he loudly cry''d, 45"What is it that I have done?
37738	he says, 5"Or are ye waking presentlie?
37738	he says,"Or are ye the bower within?"
37738	my father and mother dear, Why so cruel to your Annie?
37738	renown,[ Buchan,] 169,_ haughtiness_?
37738	rigland shire, 331?
37738	she said, 65"Or canst thou not very well see?
37738	she said,"What news hast thou brought unto me?"
37738	she says, 5"Or are ye my brither John?
37738	she says, 65"What colour were his hounds?
37738	shee said,[L21]"Or, sweet William, are you asleep?
37738	thorn''d, 335,_ eaten_?