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Reliques of Ancient English Poetry

consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and other Pieces of our earlier Poets, (Chiefly of the Lyric kind.) Together with some few of later Date
Percy, Thomas (1729-1811)
  
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VOLUME THE FIRST.
  
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ANCIENT SONGS AND BALLADS, &c.
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BOOK I.
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I THE ANCIENT BALLAD OF CHEVY-CHASE.
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II. THE BATTLE OF OTTERBOURNE.
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III. THE JEW'S DAUGHTER,
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IV. SIR CAULINE.
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V. EDWARD, EDWARD.
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VI. KING ESTMERE.
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VII. SIR PATRICK SPENCE,
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VIII. ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE.
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IX. AN ELEGY ON HENRY FOURTH EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND.
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X. THE TOWER OF DOCTRINE.
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XI. THE CHILD OF ELLE
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XII. ADAM O' GORDON,
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BOOK II.
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BOOK III.
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VOLUME THE SECOND.
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VOLUME THE THIRD.

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V. EDWARD, EDWARD.

A Scottish Ballad.

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From a MS. copy transmitted from Scotland.

Quhy dois zour brand sae drap wi' bluid,
Edward, Edward?
Quhy dois zour brand sae drap wi' bluid?
And quhy sae sad gang zee, O?
O, I hae killed my hauke sae guid,
Mither, mither:
O, I hae killed my hauke sae guid:
And I had nae mair bot hee, O.
Zour haukis bluid was nevir sae reid,
Edward, Edward.
Zour haukis bluid was nevir sae reid;
My deir son I tell the, O.
O, I hae killed my reid-roan steid,
Mither, mither:
O, I hae killed my reid-roan steid,
That erst was sae fair and frie, O.
Zour steid was auld, and ze hae gat mair,
Edward, Edward:
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Zour steid was auld, and ze hae gat mair,
Sum other dule ze drie, O.
O, I hae killed my fadir deir,
Mither, mither:
O, I hae killed my fadir deir,
Alas! and wae is mee, O!
And quhatten penance wul ze drie for that,
Edward, Edward?
And quhatten penance will ze drie for that?
My deir son, now tell me, O.
Ile set my feit in zonder boat,
Mither, mither:
Ile set my feit in zonder boat,
And Ile fare ovir the sea, O.
And quhat wul ze doe wi' zour towirs and zour ha',
Edward, Edward?
And quhat wul ze doe wi' zour towirs and zour ha',
That were sae fair to see, O?
Ile let thame stand til they doun fa',
Mither, mither:
Ile let thame stand till they doun fa',
For here nevir mair maun I bee, O.
And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife,
Edward, Edward?
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And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and your wife,
Quhan ze gang ovir the sea, O?
The warldis room, late them beg throw life,
Mither, mither:
The warldis room, let them beg throw life,
For thame nevir mair wul I see, O.
And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir,
Edward, Edward?
And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir?
My deir son, now tell mee, O.
The curse of hell frae me sall ze beir,
Mither, mither:
The curse of hell frae me sall ze beir,
Sic counseils ze gave to me, O.
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