Not if men's tongues and angels' all in one Spake, might the word be said that might speak Thee, Streams, winds, woods, flowers, fields, mountains, yea, the sea, What power is in them all to praise the sun?...
'Tis William Street, the link street, That seems to stand alone; 'Tis William Street, the vague street, With terraces of stone: That starts with clean, cool pockets, And ancient stable ways,...
Dar ban a man named Villiam Tell Who ban a qvite gude shot. Ay bet yu, ven he tak nice aim, He alvays hit the spot. Ay s'pose he hunting every day And killing lots of game;...
When hostile elements with rage resound, And fury blindly fans war's lurid flame, When in the strife of party quarrel drowned, The voice of justice no regard can claim,...
Chains may subdue the feeble spirit, but thee, Tell, of the iron heart! they could not tame! For thou wert of the mountains; they proclaim The everlasting creed of liberty....
I clasp your hand in mine, Willie, And fancy I've the art To see, while gazing in your face, What's passing in your heart: 'Tis joy an honest man to hold, That gem of modest worth,...
Wi' braw new branks in mickle pride, And eke a braw new brechan, My Pegasus I'm got astride, And up Parnassus pechin; Whiles owre a bush wi' downward crush The doitie beastie stammers;...
I was Willie Metcalf. They used to call me "Doctor Meyers," Because, they said, I looked like him. And he was my father, according to Jack McGuire. I lived in the livery stable, Sleeping on the floor...
They called me the weakling, the simpleton, For my brothers were strong and beautiful, While I, the last child of parents who had aged, Inherited only their residue of power....
The Text is taken from Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland. It consists largely of familiar fragments. Stanzas 9-11 can be found in The Grey Cock.
The Text is from the lost Fraser-Tytler-Brown MS., this ballad luckily having been transcribed before the MS. disappeared. Mrs. Brown recited another and a fuller version to Jamieson.
A'a, Willie, lad, aw'm fain to hear Tha's won a wife at last; Tha'll have a happier time next year, Nor what tha's had i'th' past. If owt can lend this life a charm, Or mak existence sweet,...
Heigh-ho! for a husband!--Heigh-ho! There's danger in longer delay! Shall I never again have a beau? Will nobody marry me, pray! I begin to feel strange, I declare! With beauty my prospects will fade--...
There in the calamus he stands With frog-webbed feet and bat-winged hands; His glow-worm garb glints goblin-wise; And elfishly, and elfishly, Above the gleam of owlet eyes,...
Beyond the barley meads and hay, What was the light that beckoned there? That made her sweet lips smile and say 'Oh, busk me in a gown of May, And knot red poppies in my hair.' ...