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3 edition of Old English ballads. found in the catalog.

Old English ballads.

A collection of favourite ballads of the olden time.

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        StatementWard, Lock, and Tyler
        PublishersWard, Lock, and Tyler
        LC Classifications1888
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        Paginationxvi, 105 p. :
        Number of Pages40
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        ISBN 10nodata

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" the young man said, "What is your will with me? Arise, arise I have taken down four variants of this ballad, but I do not know of any published form of it. The earl fitted out two vessels, and gave the command of them to his two sons, and. With a downe, derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe. With that sharp arrows began to flee, I tell you in certain; Men of arms began to join; Many a doughty man was there slain.

Classic English and Scottish Ballads from Smithsonian Folkways

She's tied the little boy, hands and feet, She's pierced him wi' a knife, She's caught his heart's blood in a golden cup, And twinn'd him o' his life.

Be merry and glad, be no more sad, The case is changed new; For it were ruth, that, for your truth, Ye should have cause to rue. The manner is entirely subordinated to the matter; the poet, if there was a poet in the case, obliterates himself.

But as it is said, when men be mett Fyve can doe more than three, The sheriffe hath taken Little John, And bound Old English ballads. fast to a tree.

The blinded boy that shootes so trim From heaven downe did hie, He drew a dart and shot at him, In place where he did lye: Which soone did pierse him to the quicke, And when he felt the arrow pricke, Which in his tender heart did sticke, He looketh as he would dye.