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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y oer the faem ;The kings daughter of Noroway, T is thou maun bring her hame ! The first word that Sir Patrick read, Sae loud loud laughed he ;The neist word that Sir Patrick read, The tear blindit his ee. O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the king o me,To send us out at this time o the year, To sail upon the sea ? Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet, Our ship must sail the faem;The kings daughter of Noroway T is we must fetch her hame. They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn Wi a the speed they may ;They hae landed in Noroway Upon a Wodensday. They hadna been a week, a week In Noroway, but twae,When that the lords o Noroway Began aloud to say : Ye Scottishmen spend a our kings gowd And a our queenis fee.— Ye lie, ye lie ye liars loud! Fu loud I hear ye lie! For I hae brought as much white monie As gane my men and me,And I hae brought a half-fou o gude red gowd Out owre the sea wi me. Make ready, make ready my merrymen a!Our gude ship sails the morn.— 94 583
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1 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 11 come to harm. They hadna sailed a league, a league, A league but barely three,When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap, It was sic a deadly storm ;And the waves came oer the broken ship Till a her sides were torn. O where will I get a gude sailor To take my helm in hand,Till I get up to the tall topmast To see if I can spy land 1 O here am I, a sailor gude, To take the helm in hand,Till you go up to the tall topmast—But I fear you 11 neer spy land. He hadna gane a step, a step, A step, but barely ane,When a boult flew out of our goodly ship, And the salt sea it came in. Gae fetch a web o the silken claith, Another o the twine,And wap them into our ships side, And letna the sea come in. They fetched a web o the silken claith, Another o the twine,And they

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