Identifier: gri_33125012902363 (find matches)
Title: The book of British ballads
Year: 1842 (1840s)
Authors: Hall, S. C. (Samuel Carter), 1800-1889
Subjects: Ballads, English
Publisher: London : J. How
Contributing Library: Getty Research Institute
Digitizing Sponsor: Getty Research Institute

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d us in the glen,My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our steps discover,Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover ? Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, I 11 go, my chief—Im ready :— It is not for your silver bright,But for your winsome lady : And, by my word! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry ;So, though the waves are raging white, I 11 row you oer the ferry. By this the storm grew loud apace,The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of heaven each faceGrew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind,And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men;Their trampling sounded nearer. O haste thee, haste ! the lady cries, Though tempests round us gather ; I 11 meet the raging of the skies,But not an angry father. The boat has left a stormy land,A stormy sea before her,— When, Oh! too strong for human hand,The tempest gatherd oer her. E. Corbould.del. S. Williams, sc. 210
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And still they rowd amidst the roar Of waters fast prevailing :Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore, His wrath was changed to wailing. For sore dismayd, through storm and shade, His child he did discover ;One lovely hand she stretchd for aid, And one was round her lover. Come back! come back! he cried in grief, Across this stormy water;And I 11 forgive your Highland chief. My daughter! Oh! my daughter!—* * In a ballad, entitled Duncan, printed by Herd, aresome vigorous and beautiful stanzas, which describe themeeting of the lover and the uncle of a lady who has beentaken from her old home:— The rose I pluckt o right is mine, Our hearts together grewLike twa sweet roses on ae stalk j Frae hate to love they flew. He stampt his foot upo the ground, And thus in wrath did say, God strike my saul, if frae this field, We baith in life shall gae. He wavd his hand, the pipers playd, The.targets clatterd roundjAnd now between the meeting faes Was little space of ground. But wha is she that r

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