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Strona 12 - O lang, lang, may the ladyes sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand ! And lang, lang, may the maidens sit, Wi' their goud kaims in their hair, A' waiting for their ain dear loves ! For them they'll see na mair.
Strona 68 - But gae ye up to Otterbourne, And wait there dayis three; And, if I come not ere three dayis end, A fause knight ca
Strona 71 - O bury me by the braken bush, Beneath the blooming brier, Let never living mortal ken That ere a kindly Scot lies here.
Strona lxii - I OFT have heard of Lydford law, How in the morn they hang and draw, And sit in judgment after : At first I wondered at it much ; But since I find the reason such, As it deserves no laughter.
Strona 207 - Then shoulder high with shout and cry We bore him down the ladder lang; At every stride Red Rowan made, I wot the Kinmont's aims played clang. 'O mony a time,
Strona 10 - Now, ever alake, my master dear, I fear a deadly storm. " I saw the new moon, late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm ; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm.
Strona 205 - Where be ye gaun, ye broken men ?' Quo' fause Sakelde ; ' come tell to me !' Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band, And the never a word o' lear had he. ' Why trespass ye on the English side ? Row-footed outlaws, stand!' quo' he; The never a word had Dickie to say, Sae he thrust the lance through his fause bodie.
Strona 67 - When down before the Scottish spear She saw proud Percy fa. ' Had we twa been upon the green, And never an eye to see, I wad hae had you, flesh and fell; But your sword sail gae wi me.