A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc
A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc
— 2m A. Return, return, O mournful mournful bnde. Return, and dry thy useless sorrow ; Thy luver heeds nought of thy sighs. He lyes a corps on the braes of Yarrow. The foregoing ballad is probably founded oil the following frat^ment : " I dream'd a dreary dream last night;, God keep us a' frae sorrow ! I dream'd I pu'd the birk sae green, Wi' my true luve on Yarrow." « I'll read your dream, my sister dear, I'll tell you a' your sorrow You pu'd the birk wi' your true luve;- He's kill'dj^he's kill'd on Yarrow." « gentle wind, that bloweth soutli, To where my love repaireth, Convey a kiss from his dear mouth, And tell me how he fareth ! *' But o'er yon glen run armed men. Have wrought me dule and sorrow They've slain, they've slain the comliest swain: He bleeding lies on Yarrow." : :
2m THE BRAES OF YARROW. [The subject of the following lament is the grief of a young, woman for the death of her lover, who was drowned in the Yarrow. She is supposed to be on the banks of that rivulet, which recal to her memory scenes that had pass- ed there between her and her lover; and her recollec- tion being thus awakened, every circumstance connected with their interviews is reflected on with delight.—Al- though the poem cannot lay claim to originality of idea, being founded on the fragment of " Willie's drowned in Yarrow," j'et the simple, natural, and pathetic style in which it is composed, place it on a level with any poem of the same kind in our language. It was written by the Rev. John Logan^ late one of the ministers of South Leith, a man of genius and refined taste.^ ** Thy braes were bonny. Yarrow stream 1 When first on them I met my lover ; Thy braes how dreary, YaiTow stream! When now thy waves his body cover For ever now, O Yarrow stream Thou art to me a stream of sorrow ; For never on thy banks shall I Behold my love, the flower of Yarrow.. Y 3 ! !
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- Page 228 and 229: SIO SIR HUGH [In the dark ages the
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- Page 232 and 233: 2H LADY MAISRY. [This fine ballad i
- Page 234 and 235: 216 He's doen him to his sister's b
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- Page 238 and 239: 220 FAUSE FOODRAGE. [The hero of th
- Page 240 and 241: 222 Then up and raise him,, King Ho
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- Page 244 and 245: 226 THE YOUNG TAMLANE. [In this poe
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- Page 248 and 249: 230 Out and spak an auld gray-heade
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- Page 252 and 253: 234 " P or I ride on the milk-white
- Page 254 and 255: 236 They sing, inspired with love a
- Page 256 and 257: 23S JAMIE DOUGLAS. •^v^^-vvvw [Th
- Page 258 and 259: no ^'^ Now liaud your tongue, my da
- Page 260 and 261: 243 " O its I'm sick, and very sick
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- Page 264 and 265: 246 I lighted down, my sword did' d
- Page 266 and 267: 248 : ; ; : O sic twa charming een
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- Page 270 and 271: 252 B. Where gat ye that bonny bonn
- Page 272 and 273: 254 Busk ye^ then busk, my bonny bo
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- Page 278 and 279: 260 SIR JAMES THE ROSS. ^rVVVVX-V^-
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- Page 286 and 287: 2GS THE WEE WEE MAN. A. FRAGMENT.
- Page 288 and 289: 270 CLERK COLVILL; or, THE MERMAID.
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- Page 292 and 293: 274 *^ O gin ye gang to may * Marga
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- Page 300 and 301: 282 *' To get an hude, I hald it be
- Page 302 and 303: •284 Yon man will not ourryd you.
- Page 304 and 305: 286 Thair wes not ane of tliame tli
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- Page 308 and 309: 290 CHRISTIS KIRK OF THE GRENE. [Th
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- Page 312 and 313: 294 Tliair kirtillis war of Lynkome
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A. Return, return, O mournful mournful bnde.<br />
Return, <strong>and</strong> dry thy useless sorrow ;<br />
Thy luver heeds nought <strong>of</strong> thy sighs.<br />
He lyes a corps on the braes <strong>of</strong> Yarrow.<br />
The foregoing ballad is probably founded oil the<br />
following frat^ment :<br />
" I dream'd a dreary dream last night;,<br />
God keep us a' frae sorrow !<br />
I dream'd I pu'd the birk sae green,<br />
Wi' my true luve on Yarrow."<br />
« I'll read your dream, my sister dear,<br />
I'll tell you a' your sorrow<br />
You pu'd the birk wi' your true luve;-<br />
He's kill'dj^he's kill'd on Yarrow."<br />
« gentle wind, that bloweth soutli,<br />
To where my love repaireth,<br />
Convey a kiss from his dear mouth,<br />
And tell me how he fareth !<br />
*' But o'er yon glen run armed men.<br />
Have wrought me dule <strong>and</strong> sorrow<br />
They've slain, they've slain the comliest swain:<br />
He bleeding lies on Yarrow."<br />
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