Vagabond songs and ballads of Scotland. Ed., with notes, by R. Ford

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Strana 220 - Bedesmen are an order of paupers to whom the kings of Scotland were in the custom of distributing a certain alms, in conformity with the ordinances of the Catholic Church, and who were expected in return to pray for the royal welfare and that of the state.
Strana 321 - Oh there's not a trade that's going Worth showing, Or knowing, Like that from glory growing, For a bowld sojer boy; Where right or left we go, Sure you know, Friend or foe Will have the hand or toe From a bowld sojer boy! There's not a town we march thro', But the ladies, looking arch thro...
Strana 52 - When first I came to be a man Of twenty years or so, I thought myself a handsome youth, And fain the world would know : In best attire I stept abroad, With spirits brisk and gay, And here and there, and everywhere...
Strana 53 - Badenyon. When love had thus my heart beguiled with foolish hopes and vain, To friendship's port I steer'd my course, and laugh'd at lovers' pain; A friend I got by lucky chance — 'twas something like divine ; An honest friend's a precious gift, and such a gift was mine. And now, whatever may betide, a happy man was I, In any strait I knew to whom I freely might apply.
Strana 207 - Love will lend wings to follow, And will find out the way. There is no striving To cross his intent, There is no contriving His plots to prevent ; But if once the message greet him, That his true love doth stay, If Death should come and meet him, Love will find out the way.
Strana 30 - Gilderoy. Wae worth the loun that made the laws, To hang a man for gear, To 'reave of life for ox or ass, For sheep, or horse, or mare : Had not their laws been made sae strick, I neir had lost my joy, Wi' sorrow neir had wat my cheek, . For my dear Gilderoy.
Strana 153 - And old King Coul he had a brown bowl, And they brought him in fiddlers three ; And every fiddler was a very good fiddler, And a very good fiddler was he : Fiddle-diddle, fiddle-diddle, went the fiddlers three : And there's no a lass in a' Scotland, Compared to our sweet Marjorie.
Strana 151 - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Strana 295 - Cam' seeking me to woo. And wow, but he was a braw young lad, A brisk young lad, and a braw young lad ; And wow, but he was a braw young lad, Cam
Strana 29 - Wi' me to lead his life; But, ah! his manfu' heart was bent To stir in feats of strife. And he in many a venturous deed His courage bauld wad try; And now this gars mine heart to bleed For my dear Gilderoy. And when of me his leave he tuik, The tears they wet mine ee; I gave tull him a parting luik, "My benison gang wi

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