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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O meikle dolour did she dree, And aye the salt seas oer she swam ; And far mair dolour did she dree On Estmere crags, when she them clamb: And aye she cried for Kempion, Gin he would but come to her hand. Now word has gane to Kempion, That sicken a beast was in his land. Now, by my sooth, said Kempion, This fiery beast I 11 gang and see.â And by my sooth, said Segramour, My ae brother, I 11 gang wi thee. Then bigged hae they a bonny boat,And they hae set her to the sea; But a mile before they reached the shore,Around them she gared the red fire flee. O Segramour, keep the boat afloat,And let her na the land oer near; For this wicked beast will sure gae mad,And set fire to a the land and mair.â Syne has he bent an arblast bow,And aimed an arrow at her head; And swore if she didna quit the land, â¢Wi that same shaft to shoot her dead. O out of my stythe I winna rise,(And it is not for the awe o thee,) Till Kempion, the kingis son, Cum to the crag, and thrice kiss me.â 54 7m>
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=^1 He has louted him oer the dizzy crag,And gien the monster kisses ane ; Awa she gaed, and again she cam, The fieryest beast that ever was seen. â 0 out o my stythe I winna rise,(And not for a thy bow nor thee,) Till Kempion, the kingis son. Cum to the crag, and thrice kiss me.- Hes louted him oer the Estmere crag,And he has gien her kisses twa: Awa she gaed, and again she cam, The fieryest beast that ever you saw. O out of my den I winna rise,Nor flee it for the fear o thee, Till Kempion, that courteous knight, Cum to the crag, and thrice kiss me.â Hes louted him oer the lofty crag,And he has gien her kisses three : Awa she gaed, and again she cam,The loveliest ladye eer could be ! And by my sooth, says Kempion, My ain true love, (for this is she.) They surely had a heart o stane,Could put thee to such misery. O was it warwolf * in the wood ? Or was it mermaid in the sea ?Or was it man or vile woman, My ain true love, that mis-shaped thee V- * Warwolf signifies a magician, poss

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