English and Scottish Ballads, Band 8

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Francis James Child
Little, Brown, 1864
 

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Seite 51 - SOME offered for his hundred crownes Five hundred for to pay ; And some a thousand, two or three, Yet still he did denay. And at the last ten thousand crownes They offered, him to save. Gernutus sayd, I will no gold : My forfeite I will have. A pound of fleshe is my demand, And that shall be my hire.
Seite 9 - fore our fader the pope." " Now, welcome, sire abbot," the king he did say, " Tis well thou'rt come back to keepe thy day : For and if thou canst answer my questions three, Thy life and thy living both saved shall bee.
Seite 8 - I must give, That I have but three days more to live; For if I do not answer him questions three, My head will be smitten from my bodie.
Seite 10 - And then your grace need not make any doubt But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about. The king he laughed, and swore by St. Jone, I did not think it could be gone so soone!
Seite 6 - And fifty golde chaynes, without any doubt, In velvet coates waited the abbot about. How now, father abbot, I heare it of thee, Thou keepest a farre better house than mee, And for thy house-keeping and high renowne, I feare thou work'st treason against my crown. My liege, quo...
Seite 67 - Amend thy life and follies past; For but thou amend thee of thy life, That rope must be thy end at last.
Seite 8 - With his crowne of golde so fair on his head, Among all his liege-men so noble of birth, To within one penny of what he is worth. " The seconde, to tell him, without any doubt, How soone he may ride this whole world about.
Seite 36 - I pledge thee, quoth our king, and thanke thee heartilye For my good welcome in everye degree : And here, in like manner, I drinke to thy sonne. Do then, quoth Richard, and quicke let it come.
Seite 79 - In scornfull sort they led him forthe Unto his dying place, Where thousand thousands in the streete Beheld him passe along, Yet not one gentle heart was there, is That pityed this his wrong.
Seite 189 - Alive, the stately towers of Rome to see. When wars were done, I conquest home did bring, And did present my prisoners to the king, The queene of Goths, her sons, and eke a Moore, Which did such murders, like was nere before.

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