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quadgram | frequency |
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robin hood and the | 111 |
at the end of | 106 |
when he came to | 93 |
i love but you | 91 |
love but you alone | 90 |
the end of the | 86 |
the north of scotland | 77 |
of the north of | 74 |
in the reign of | 68 |
ballads of the north | 65 |
on the th of | 64 |
to the tune of | 63 |
of the scottish border | 62 |
the heire of linne | 61 |
he came to the | 61 |
all mankind i love | 61 |
of all mankind i | 61 |
mankind i love but | 61 |
minstrelsy of the scottish | 60 |
in the pepys collection | 59 |
is said to have | 58 |
in the british museum | 55 |
as fast as he | 54 |
from the folio ms | 52 |
and when he came | 51 |
on the banks of | 49 |
how do you do | 48 |
o the greene willow | 47 |
the braes of yarrow | 47 |
said to have been | 46 |
from the recitation of | 46 |
clym of the clough | 45 |
collection of old ballads | 44 |
the heir of linne | 43 |
for the sake of | 43 |
willow shall be my | 42 |
under the title of | 42 |
between hell and heaven | 42 |
in the time of | 42 |
of the th century | 42 |
letter copy in the | 42 |
on the braes of | 41 |
seems to have been | 40 |
in the folio ms | 40 |
what will ye leave | 39 |
one of the most | 38 |
i will give thee | 38 |
on the road to | 38 |
the birk and the | 38 |
when they came to | 38 |
my merry men all | 37 |
with a hey lillelu | 37 |
lillelu and a how | 37 |
and a how lo | 37 |
and the brume blooms | 37 |
a hey lillelu and | 37 |
hey lillelu and a | 37 |
a how lo lan | 37 |
birk and the brume | 37 |
the brume blooms bonnie | 37 |
and the birk and | 37 |
was one of the | 36 |
green woods of killeevy | 36 |
for the love of | 36 |
the bonnie green woods | 36 |
by the bonnie green | 36 |
bonnie green woods of | 36 |
they came to the | 36 |
was not this a | 35 |
the author of the | 35 |
with a hey down | 35 |
when she came to | 35 |
is one of the | 35 |
of the earl of | 35 |
pills to purge melancholy | 35 |
the middle of the | 35 |
the name of the | 35 |
the child of elle | 35 |
to be found in | 34 |
come over the strand | 34 |
the beginning of the | 34 |
from an old black | 33 |
appears to have been | 33 |
the light of the | 33 |
ye leave to your | 33 |
an angry man was | 33 |
then out it speaks | 33 |
the time of the | 32 |
the subject of this | 32 |
of robin hood and | 32 |
ask me no more | 32 |
and when they came | 32 |
in the collection of | 31 |
and how do you | 31 |
at the same time | 31 |
in the days of | 31 |
by the bonny mill | 31 |
english and scottish ballads | 31 |
on the other hand | 31 |
a collection of old | 31 |
and a lily gay | 31 |
by the name of | 31 |
when this old cap | 30 |
old cap was new | 30 |
to the green wood | 30 |
this old cap was | 30 |
i hae killed my | 30 |
but when he came | 29 |
primrose spreads so sweetly | 29 |
will ye leave to | 29 |
as the primrose spreads | 29 |
may be seen in | 29 |
she came to the | 29 |
the primrose spreads so | 29 |
our lady of pain | 29 |
by the bonny milldams | 28 |
the rose and the | 28 |
the lord of linne | 28 |
to have been a | 28 |
tirled at the pin | 28 |
these were the words | 28 |
bonny milldams of binnorie | 28 |
the kyng of spayne | 28 |
the bonny milldams of | 28 |
be found in the | 28 |
is preserved in the | 28 |
to have been written | 28 |
to have been the | 27 |
a song in the | 27 |
stormy winds do blow | 27 |
at the head of | 27 |
the title of the | 26 |
i am left alone | 26 |
and woe is me | 26 |
mankynde i love but | 26 |
greensleeves was all my | 26 |
he was for england | 26 |
angry man was he | 26 |
seem to have been | 26 |
the stormy winds do | 26 |
will i get a | 26 |
the lady of shalott | 26 |
of all mankynde i | 25 |
as fast as she | 25 |
on the other side | 25 |
all mankynde i love | 25 |
george he was for | 25 |
lord thomas and fair | 25 |
third book of airs | 25 |
darling of my heart | 25 |
copy in the pepys | 25 |
which no body can | 25 |
in the midst of | 25 |
dennis was for france | 25 |
soit qui mal y | 24 |
when the kye comes | 24 |
qui mal y pense | 24 |
when i am dead | 24 |
no body can deny | 24 |
and songs of the | 24 |
sing i am left | 24 |
honi soit qui mal | 24 |
banks of allan water | 24 |
the faith of my | 24 |
the banks of allan | 24 |
the percy folio manuscript | 24 |
for the first time | 24 |
for auld lang syne | 24 |
friar of orders gray | 24 |
by the faith of | 24 |
the death of the | 24 |
the kye comes hame | 24 |
o haud your tongue | 24 |
of the king of | 24 |
on the death of | 23 |
the green willow shall | 23 |
green willow shall be | 23 |
at the time of | 23 |
set of english madrigals | 23 |
the green wood go | 23 |
fast as he could | 23 |
gin it were day | 23 |
o the green willow | 23 |
shall be my garl | 23 |
till he came to | 23 |
version of this ballad | 22 |
book of songs or | 22 |
fast as she could | 22 |
an ill death may | 22 |
was first printed in | 22 |
from the percy folio | 22 |
king cophetua and the | 22 |
i am the queen | 22 |
in a collection of | 22 |
the song of the | 22 |
the darling of my | 22 |
the first edition of | 22 |
he is dead and | 22 |
of the olden time | 22 |
the heart of the | 22 |
boy and the mantle | 22 |
first set of english | 22 |
of songs or airs | 22 |
right and round about | 22 |
cophetua and the beggar | 22 |
is supposed to have | 21 |
as fast as they | 21 |
under the greenwood tree | 21 |
taken down from the | 21 |
like a young courtier | 21 |
is the darling of | 21 |
lives in our alley | 21 |
in the course of | 21 |
the king of france | 21 |
to be the head | 21 |
the abbot of canterbury | 21 |
in the county of | 21 |
you save and see | 21 |
she is the darling | 21 |
till they came to | 21 |
on the bonnie banks | 21 |
and his three daughters | 21 |
children in the wood | 21 |
will be found in | 21 |
john anderson my jo | 21 |
on the lone prairie | 21 |
the young laird of | 20 |
that ever i did | 20 |
it will be seen | 20 |
the fair flower of | 20 |
fruits are sair to | 20 |
not this a brave | 20 |
of this ballad is | 20 |
the wind and whirls | 20 |
and the wind wears | 20 |
one of the best | 20 |
cheshire and lancashire both | 20 |
robin hood and guy | 20 |
the north of england | 20 |
i wish i were | 20 |
and guy of gisborne | 20 |
king john and the | 20 |
the story of the | 20 |
wears owre the heather | 20 |
sweet fruits are sair | 20 |
blaws the wind and | 20 |
this a brave bonny | 20 |
the wind wears owre | 20 |
fair flower of northumberland | 20 |
and the king of | 20 |
the head of the | 20 |
hood and guy of | 20 |
the end of this | 20 |
at the foot of | 20 |
and whirls the whin | 20 |
wind and whirls the | 20 |
it fell about the | 20 |
wind wears owre the | 20 |
sayd the heire of | 20 |
are sair to gather | 20 |
down from the recitation | 20 |
i am come to | 20 |
was a man of | 20 |
and the lily oh | 19 |
high and the lily | 19 |
i pray thee tell | 19 |
the tanner of tamworth | 19 |
fell in love with | 19 |
is to be found | 19 |
the high and the | 19 |
the reign of henry | 19 |
then said our king | 19 |
and quhat wul ze | 19 |
call the cattle home | 19 |
sick at the heart | 19 |
with the high and | 19 |
she went to the | 19 |
the first part of | 19 |
father of pretty bessee | 19 |
the rose was so | 19 |
of an old woman | 19 |
john and the abbot | 19 |
rose was so sweetly | 19 |
of the sixteenth century | 19 |
it fell ance upon | 19 |
the boy and the | 19 |
life and death of | 19 |
fell ance upon a | 19 |
the recitation of an | 19 |
versions of ancient ballads | 19 |
sir lancelot du lake | 19 |
greene willow shall be | 19 |
the greene willow shall | 19 |
in the middle of | 19 |
under the green wood | 19 |
the king and the | 19 |
in the north of | 19 |
as the rose was | 19 |
early in the morning | 19 |
was so sweetly blown | 19 |
bonny earl of murray | 19 |
and when he had | 19 |
and all for the | 19 |
out it speaks the | 19 |
fell low down on | 19 |
what shall i do | 19 |
mak my bed sune | 18 |
of the name of | 18 |
blind beggar of bednall | 18 |
ance upon a day | 18 |
what will you leave | 18 |
as i you say | 18 |
subject of this ballad | 18 |
came before the king | 18 |
the children in the | 18 |
there was not a | 18 |
the hills and far | 18 |
fine flowers in the | 18 |
flowers in the valley | 18 |
sailing in the lowlands | 18 |
he was aware of | 18 |
with all my heart | 18 |
on the same subject | 18 |
gay and the grinding | 18 |
as soon as the | 18 |
the following ballad is | 18 |
the editor of the | 18 |
a twelvemonth and a | 18 |
and like to die | 18 |
will you leave to | 18 |
twelvemonth and a day | 18 |
the peasantry of england | 18 |
rose leaves will never | 18 |
and the abbot of | 18 |
the gay and the | 18 |
of the last century | 18 |
leaves will never make | 18 |
supposed to have been | 18 |
bow in his hand | 18 |
red rose leaves will | 18 |
sword by his side | 18 |
is given in the | 18 |
you leave to your | 18 |
by the light of | 18 |
like an old courtier | 18 |
come tell to me | 18 |
for all the gold | 17 |
not on the lone | 17 |
then up and spake | 17 |
the rest of the | 17 |
hood and little john | 17 |
the green wood tree | 17 |
leir and his three | 17 |
the boys come home | 17 |
the bonny earl of | 17 |
recitation of an old | 17 |
were the words said | 17 |
and the lindie o | 17 |
the battle of otterburn | 17 |
me not on the | 17 |
of the duke of | 17 |
on the subject of | 17 |
the ways are sair | 17 |
book of songs and | 17 |
will never make wine | 17 |
version from the folio | 17 |
what is your will | 17 |
the green burn sidie | 17 |
soul of judas iscariot | 17 |
by the green burn | 17 |
that they came till | 17 |
to the grene wode | 17 |
copy from the folio | 17 |
young laird of logie | 17 |
wedding of pretty bessee | 17 |
by the earl of | 17 |
to the earl of | 17 |
my love is dead | 17 |
i have power to | 17 |
when the boys come | 17 |
my men and me | 17 |
i make a vow | 17 |
when he cam to | 17 |
green burn sidie o | 17 |
with heart and hand | 17 |
of the round table | 17 |
printed at the end | 17 |
setting of the sun | 17 |
his merry men all | 17 |
i must to the | 17 |
hills and far away | 17 |
alane by the green | 17 |
and what will ye | 17 |
be omitted in singing | 17 |
songs of the peasantry | 17 |
and be my love | 17 |
scottish traditional versions of | 17 |
rose and the lindie | 17 |
may be omitted in | 17 |
traditional versions of ancient | 17 |
the soul of judas | 17 |
daughter of bednall green | 17 |
light of the moon | 16 |
wind well thy horn | 16 |
of some of the | 16 |
in the ballad of | 16 |
in the cotton library | 16 |
he was ware of | 16 |
bury me not on | 16 |
but in did come | 16 |
god prosper long our | 16 |
all under the willow | 16 |
second book of songs | 16 |
is taken from the | 16 |
lily of the west | 16 |
and the beggar maid | 16 |
if i should marry | 16 |
the till to the | 16 |
fairest of the fair | 16 |
sat on a tree | 16 |
where thou wert fairest | 16 |
and i will go | 16 |
from minstrelsy of the | 16 |
line that sir patrick | 16 |
faith of my body | 16 |
said bold robin hood | 16 |
the publication of the | 16 |
blame not my lute | 16 |
the haws of cromdale | 16 |
till to the tyne | 16 |
with might and maine | 16 |
the subject of the | 16 |
while i have power | 16 |
to the gude grene | 16 |
of the peasantry of | 16 |
the king of the | 16 |
when i was a | 16 |
gone to his death | 16 |
robin hood and little | 16 |
set to music by | 16 |
edition of the reliques | 16 |
my faith and troth | 16 |
there was an old | 16 |
beheld baith dale and | 16 |
the date of the | 16 |
wert fairest of the | 16 |
where will i get | 16 |
me a kingdom is | 16 |
thou wert fairest of | 16 |
for he was a | 16 |
in did come the | 16 |
the like was never | 16 |
to me a kingdom | 16 |
and wend along with | 16 |
wend along with me | 16 |
find out the way | 16 |
as well as the | 16 |
christ you save and | 16 |
copy of this ballad | 16 |
and art thou dead | 15 |
the hunting of the | 15 |
lad is young and | 15 |
added closing quotation mark | 15 |
merry son of mine | 15 |
the history of the | 15 |
as one of the | 15 |
i to the wood | 15 |
if it be so | 15 |
o hold your tongue | 15 |
the reign of edward | 15 |
the origin of the | 15 |
did come the kyng | 15 |
me in your arms | 15 |
the eyes of the | 15 |
from an ancient black | 15 |
the banks of the | 15 |
i fain wad lie | 15 |
the green leaves they | 15 |
the collection of anthony | 15 |
and sent it to | 15 |
come the kyng of | 15 |
the young men of | 15 |
with regard to the | 15 |
at the beginning of | 15 |
mind to me a | 15 |
it is to be | 15 |
the hands of the | 15 |
do you do agen | 15 |
couldst thou not watch | 15 |
the well of st | 15 |
the side of the | 15 |
in the form of | 15 |
young and is growing | 15 |
from door to door | 15 |
with how do you | 15 |
the king he laughed | 15 |
of the reign of | 15 |
if this be true | 15 |
pretty lad is young | 15 |
had tane the mantle | 15 |
and an angry man | 15 |
is young and is | 15 |
saddle to me the | 15 |
what will become of | 15 |
i will to the | 15 |
not watch with me | 15 |
when they cam to | 15 |
will find out the | 15 |
king leir and his | 15 |
men so noble of | 15 |
and i fain wad | 15 |
s i r cawline | 15 |
was all my joie | 15 |
my bonny bonny bride | 15 |
my mind to me | 15 |
my pretty lad is | 15 |
and mass was sung | 15 |
with joy and delight | 15 |
birks on the braes | 15 |
and call the cattle | 15 |
the reign of james | 15 |
the merry month of | 15 |
the ballad of the | 14 |
wherefore i to the | 14 |
this is the end | 14 |
went forth to sport | 14 |
hugh in the grime | 14 |
the king sits in | 14 |
in time of need | 14 |
the shadow of the | 14 |
o dear mother mine | 14 |
the lily of the | 14 |
down on his knee | 14 |
the gowans grow gay | 14 |
has written a braid | 14 |
the sound of a | 14 |
hunting of the cheviot | 14 |
for the most part | 14 |
deep wound and a | 14 |
and the green leaves | 14 |
for in my mind | 14 |
written a braid letter | 14 |
popular ballads and songs | 14 |
both night and day | 14 |
and this is the | 14 |
your faith and troth | 14 |
and many a gallant | 14 |
the tune of the | 14 |
forth to sport and | 14 |
the one of them | 14 |
in the first edition | 14 |
for the purpose of | 14 |
stands fair upon tay | 14 |
music of the olden | 14 |
that follow the plough | 14 |
sir hugh of the | 14 |
waves roll so gaily | 14 |
garland of golden roses | 14 |
my own true love | 14 |
saint johnston stands fair | 14 |
the first morning in | 14 |
aye as the gowans | 14 |
a gentleman of good | 14 |
the face of the | 14 |
in the parish of | 14 |
to the wood will | 14 |
fain wad lie doun | 14 |
the waves roll so | 14 |
the name of a | 14 |
so proper saint johnston | 14 |
and there he saw | 14 |
o bury me not | 14 |
the battle of otterbourne | 14 |
out and cam the | 14 |
as the gowans grow | 14 |
come tell me hither | 14 |
her by the milk | 14 |
then said little john | 14 |
when she had tane | 14 |
him that died on | 14 |
over his left shoulder | 14 |
they cam to the | 14 |
the foot of the | 14 |
fellows that follow the | 14 |
a health to the | 14 |
the land is mine | 14 |
proper saint johnston stands | 14 |
not be married yet | 14 |
leaves they grow rarely | 14 |
with all his might | 14 |
of us two shall | 14 |
i to the green | 14 |
the road to mandalay | 14 |
she had tane the | 14 |
of the family of | 14 |
and lives in our | 14 |
a deep wound and | 14 |
first morning in may | 14 |
green leaves they grow | 14 |
thou not watch with | 14 |
roll so gaily o | 14 |
about the middle of | 14 |
in the bodleian library | 14 |
the life and death | 14 |
root hog or die | 14 |
the hero of the | 14 |
the curse of hell | 14 |
sing you a song | 14 |
love will find out | 14 |
the wood will go | 14 |
is found in the | 14 |
popular music of the | 14 |
merry month of may | 14 |
and there was a | 14 |
copy of the ballad | 14 |
the gold that you | 14 |
in the merry month | 14 |
the hero of this | 14 |
johnston stands fair upon | 14 |
one of them was | 14 |
he cast him a | 13 |
ze leive to zour | 13 |
and night was come | 13 |
the author of this | 13 |
as cold as any | 13 |
hadna been a week | 13 |
it is said that | 13 |
of songs and airs | 13 |
of the laird of | 13 |
but it is not | 13 |
sae fair and free | 13 |
to the merry green | 13 |
and the tanner of | 13 |
what care i how | 13 |
where the water glideth | 13 |
in the green wood | 13 |
i make mine avow | 13 |
horn to his mouth | 13 |
of the house of | 13 |
town that they came | 13 |
that died on a | 13 |
the end of every | 13 |
ballad is given from | 13 |
with me and be | 13 |
the king of scots | 13 |
up and spake the | 13 |
i would i were | 13 |
in the service of | 13 |
help house of commons | 13 |
and listen to my | 13 |
if thou wilt let | 13 |
was taken down from | 13 |
as soon as he | 13 |
for i must to | 13 |
i will go to | 13 |
took him by the | 13 |
but when she came | 13 |
quhat wul ze leive | 13 |
the sands of dee | 13 |
i sweare by the | 13 |
wul ze leive to | 13 |
this part of the | 13 |
and here and there | 13 |
a brave bonny lasse | 13 |
is the same as | 13 |
is dead and gone | 13 |
a copy of the | 13 |
one of us two | 13 |
the reader will find | 13 |
it was in the | 13 |
was ware of a | 13 |
were playing at the | 13 |
the full title is | 13 |
on his bended knee | 13 |
come live with me | 13 |
they hadna been a | 13 |
robin hood and his | 13 |
hearts of oak are | 13 |
in the house of | 13 |
one of them in | 13 |
with might and main | 13 |
thou wilt let my | 13 |
hood and the beggar | 13 |
he is gone to | 13 |
till she came to | 13 |
of the ballad is | 13 |
of oak are our | 13 |
a part of the | 13 |
and many a day | 13 |
then out it spake | 13 |
thou must tell me | 13 |
the water glideth by | 13 |
here i will make | 13 |
i will sing you | 13 |
of this ballad was | 13 |
laid him on a | 13 |
the early part of | 13 |
seems to be the | 13 |
thomas and fair annet | 13 |
in all my life | 13 |
me and be my | 13 |
will ye be my | 13 |
when all the world | 13 |
live with me and | 13 |
my father and mother | 13 |
i do not know | 13 |
the dead man by | 13 |
until they came to | 13 |
out of the west | 13 |
then he put on | 13 |
his bow and swam | 13 |
young men of rumford | 13 |
wound and a sair | 13 |
at the agricultural meeting | 13 |
the sign of the | 12 |
not appear to have | 12 |
he came to fair | 12 |
the falling out of | 12 |
the blind beggars daughter | 12 |
the first of them | 12 |
come out of the | 12 |
thou wilt spend thy | 12 |
it with might and | 12 |
the friar of orders | 12 |
first book of songs | 12 |
silly blind beggar of | 12 |
that dyed on a | 12 |
falling out of faithful | 12 |
bring us to thy | 12 |
a lazar both blinde | 12 |
of the following ballad | 12 |
that i had to | 12 |
copy in the collection | 12 |
in the month of | 12 |
and i wot i | 12 |
in the land of | 12 |
the second part of | 12 |
and quhen he came | 12 |
was all the sound | 12 |
like an old soldier | 12 |
but when they came | 12 |
of silver and gold | 12 |
and dear gin it | 12 |
come fill up my | 12 |
hood and the monk | 12 |
but not a word | 12 |
words were written so | 12 |
to the king of | 12 |
o wow for day | 12 |
the first stanza is | 12 |
and away to the | 12 |
that it is a | 12 |
the same as the | 12 |
minstrells for to play | 12 |
thee of thy life | 12 |
by the greenwud sae | 12 |
ballad of robin hood | 12 |
sir hugh in the | 12 |
old cloak about thee | 12 |
i wot i hae | 12 |
laid in his grave | 12 |
then be thou mad | 12 |
baith dale and down | 12 |
in love with a | 12 |
both great and small | 12 |
will none of thy | 12 |
king of the minstrels | 12 |
in the border minstrelsy | 12 |
died on a tree | 12 |
all the gold in | 12 |
to my ain countrie | 12 |
as i yow saye | 12 |
when bells were rung | 12 |
and when she was | 12 |
lazar both blinde and | 12 |
her in his arms | 12 |
and swore by the | 12 |
i have killed my | 12 |
the top of the | 12 |
man by the hand | 12 |
what is thy name | 12 |
there is not a | 12 |
and laid in his | 12 |
of the present ballad | 12 |
is gone to the | 12 |
he was in the | 12 |
for ever and for | 12 |
when he saw his | 12 |
and there she saw | 12 |
ever i did see | 12 |
robin pulled forth an | 12 |
is the end of | 12 |
jolly fellows that follow | 12 |
in the north countrie | 12 |
this is one of | 12 |
if he had been | 12 |
the child may rue | 12 |
i make myn avowe | 12 |
doun by the greenwud | 12 |
thou go with me | 12 |
untill he came to | 12 |
fain wad i be | 12 |
the birks on the | 12 |
the sound of the | 12 |
bent his bow and | 12 |
down on her knee | 12 |
the character of a | 12 |
dear gin it were | 12 |
that sir patrick read | 12 |
of sir patrick spence | 12 |
is here given from | 12 |
the tear blinded his | 12 |
dead and laid in | 12 |
marriage of sir gawaine | 12 |
hugh of the grime | 12 |
garland of good will | 12 |
out of faithful friends | 12 |
the gold is thine | 12 |
down in yonder valley | 12 |
ancient songs and ballads | 12 |
were where helen lies | 12 |
lang time to stay | 12 |
the life of the | 12 |
the last of the | 12 |
him right and round | 12 |
an account of the | 12 |
me my faith and | 12 |
is dead and laid | 12 |
about nine stanzas wanting | 12 |
dead man by the | 12 |
thou shalt have the | 12 |
am the queen of | 12 |
old robin of portingale | 12 |
for in my mynde | 12 |
with right good will | 12 |
have been written by | 12 |
a copy in the | 12 |
go no more a | 12 |
and laid him on | 12 |
on account of the | 12 |
the songs of the | 12 |
the sides of tyne | 12 |
to sport and play | 12 |
ballads and songs of | 12 |
at the age of | 12 |
to the duke of | 12 |
god save the king | 12 |
it is well known | 12 |
of one of the | 12 |
by the percy society | 12 |
i never saw a | 12 |
printed for the first | 12 |
as it fell out | 12 |
these words were written | 12 |
i were where helen | 12 |
the gude grene wode | 12 |
is at an end | 12 |
cold as any stone | 12 |
illustration reliques of ancient | 12 |
both blinde and lame | 12 |
come to my window | 12 |
of ancient english poetry | 12 |
for the death of | 12 |
the complaynt of scotland | 12 |
i left behind me | 12 |
shalt be my wife | 12 |
i will none of | 12 |
the greenwud sae bonnie | 12 |
gordon and his men | 12 |
hame fain wad i | 12 |
first printed in the | 12 |
wilt thou go with | 12 |
the earl of northumberland | 12 |
reliques of ancient english | 12 |
he bent his bow | 12 |
is given from a | 12 |
appear to have been | 12 |
not this a braue | 12 |
the copy in the | 12 |
the reign of elizabeth | 12 |
wot i hae not | 12 |
quhen he came to | 12 |
my father he is | 12 |
i hae not anither | 12 |
in the hands of | 12 |
till all his gold | 12 |
from the singing of | 12 |
ballad of reading gaol | 11 |
when i came to | 11 |
and the stormy winds | 11 |
melody taken down from | 11 |
will be seen that | 11 |
myn avowe to god | 11 |
as i was walking | 11 |
then said the king | 11 |
the knight of the | 11 |
both far and near | 11 |
i get a bonny | 11 |
as i am a | 11 |
by the side of | 11 |
a lady to be | 11 |
i will make mine | 11 |
by dale and downe | 11 |
lay gasping on the | 11 |
and he was a | 11 |
to the end of | 11 |
she is not dead | 11 |
long lost his sight | 11 |
the grene wode go | 11 |
the scots lords at | 11 |
a fragment of this | 11 |
her own true love | 11 |
know ye not agincourt | 11 |
get a bonny boy | 11 |
songs of sundry natures | 11 |
or goe home and | 11 |
and let me in | 11 |
fast to a tree | 11 |
i thought i should | 11 |
my jollie young man | 11 |
if she be not | 11 |
to the foregoing tune | 11 |
if she be dead | 11 |
are to be found | 11 |
curse on my head | 11 |
there were three ravens | 11 |
far beyond the sea | 11 |
five hundred pounds in | 11 |
in the neighbourhood of | 11 |
appendix to this volume | 11 |
to the kings faire | 11 |
and thou shalt have | 11 |
in his edition of | 11 |
the first stanza of | 11 |
out of the north | 11 |
for the loss of | 11 |
the place of the | 11 |
young man of rosengord | 11 |
given from an old | 11 |
he came to his | 11 |
her back to the | 11 |
the th and th | 11 |
fair margaret and sweet | 11 |
at the battle of | 11 |
to have been composed | 11 |
if you will but | 11 |
she is come of | 11 |
gave her a kiss | 11 |
that ever i saw | 11 |
hundred pounds in gold | 11 |
if he be a | 11 |
mine avow to god | 11 |
the recitation of a | 11 |
the reign of k | 11 |
thee save and see | 11 |
a description of the | 11 |
when the stormy winds | 11 |
rose and the fair | 11 |
him by the hand | 11 |
prosper long our noble | 11 |
of the king and | 11 |
tell me in this | 11 |
the dragon of wantley | 11 |
and then bespake him | 11 |
this day to meet | 11 |
a large number of | 11 |
make myn avowe to | 11 |
by him that died | 11 |
of the burning pestle | 11 |
the first man that | 11 |
now christ you save | 11 |
the thistle of scotland | 11 |
it fell out on | 11 |
the kings faire courte | 11 |
and i will be | 11 |
late in the night | 11 |
scots lords at his | 11 |
i wish i had | 11 |
and swore by st | 11 |
the first line that | 11 |
as the time of | 11 |
into the hands of | 11 |
he had not been | 11 |
whilst my pretty lad | 11 |
her true love to | 11 |
ever and for ever | 11 |
the hand of the | 11 |
i have chosen thee | 11 |
word came to the | 11 |
the garland of good | 11 |
crown garland of golden | 11 |
ballad is taken from | 11 |
and her true love | 11 |
of them in the | 11 |
in the public library | 11 |
the service of the | 11 |
about the time of | 11 |
but when he saw | 11 |
the appendix to this | 11 |
the tale of the | 11 |
her by the middle | 11 |
in his heart he | 11 |
mother y mary mother | 11 |
but if it be | 11 |
i am so ill | 11 |
in a may morning | 11 |
margaret and sweet william | 11 |
low down on her | 11 |
in the west country | 11 |
a copy of this | 11 |
of the seven dials | 11 |
or look for me | 11 |
day to meet me | 11 |
long and many a | 11 |
the king and queen | 11 |
towards the end of | 11 |
o mother y mary | 11 |
it must not be | 11 |
and i will have | 11 |
of the english peasantry | 11 |
with bow in hand | 11 |
the marriage of sir | 11 |
was all my joy | 11 |
there is a lady | 11 |
for my true love | 11 |
of the old ballad | 11 |
with christ his might | 11 |
in want of a | 11 |
make mine avow to | 11 |
until my dying day | 11 |
came to kyng adlands | 11 |
sweet willie and fair | 11 |
is supposed to be | 11 |
look for me never | 11 |
his face unto the | 11 |
the earle of darby | 11 |
and his men were | 11 |
the month of may | 11 |
up and down the | 11 |
was mickle of might | 11 |
as she was walking | 11 |
come back to me | 11 |
in the appendix to | 11 |
i love my love | 11 |
when they saw the | 11 |
of the folio ms | 10 |
book of old ballads | 10 |
comely was pretty bessee | 10 |
the whole of the | 10 |
beginning of the th | 10 |
hold of his bridle | 10 |
of scots and andrew | 10 |
did understand his fond | 10 |
chosen mee of a | 10 |
cast him a gods | 10 |
thus was the feast | 10 |
took her by the | 10 |
any time would she | 10 |
glory be to me | 10 |
fast as he can | 10 |
shed for her sake | 10 |
had been seven long | 10 |
was the feast ended | 10 |
should be so soon | 10 |
the dowie houms of | 10 |
what care i for | 10 |
of redd gold shines | 10 |
they sent him up | 10 |
dowie houms of yarrow | 10 |
by one of the | 10 |
my ain kind dearie | 10 |
i had rather have | 10 |
would she any countenance | 10 |
a long way to | 10 |
to sail upon the | 10 |
of a trusty tree | 10 |
leave to your sister | 10 |
the fates above reward | 10 |
first set of madrigals | 10 |
his love could see | 10 |
believe that he did | 10 |
he had been seven | 10 |
did so before me | 10 |
there can be no | 10 |
so mote i thee | 10 |
essay on the ancient | 10 |
have had many a | 10 |
so pale and wan | 10 |
in the west of | 10 |
to be sung to | 10 |
she went along the | 10 |
mentioned in the ballad | 10 |
was walking on the | 10 |
she little thought of | 10 |
sung to the tune | 10 |
his soul is marching | 10 |
of the old ballads | 10 |
the earl of surrey | 10 |
seest thou not yonder | 10 |
the first flight of | 10 |
may you look for | 10 |
up to the tall | 10 |
i know your true | 10 |
in my own collection | 10 |
woman poor and blind | 10 |
and set him on | 10 |
reliques of ancient poetry | 10 |
thou not yonder hall | 10 |
think nae mair on | 10 |
as if they had | 10 |
in the green sea | 10 |
and the fair lilie | 10 |
any countenance to him | 10 |
thou tellest to me | 10 |
to be thy bride | 10 |
as she went along | 10 |
truly what i do | 10 |
in the roxburghe collection | 10 |
ease me of much | 10 |
he did love her | 10 |
grant me thy love | 10 |
he fell on his | 10 |
o stay at hame | 10 |
will ye gae to | 10 |
i will not have | 10 |
i give you one | 10 |
one penny what i | 10 |
upon a green bank | 10 |
drawn frae the forth | 10 |
the range of the | 10 |
words and melody from | 10 |
king has written a | 10 |
she cam to the | 10 |
under the grene wode | 10 |
should never see more | 10 |
tell me here truly | 10 |
so comely was pretty | 10 |
your bairns and your | 10 |
then take my horse | 10 |
bent bow to his | 10 |
win hose and shoon | 10 |
one of which is | 10 |
nor at any time | 10 |
the th of september | 10 |
as change full well | 10 |
and he is to | 10 |
he gave to the | 10 |
out and spak the | 10 |
for love of me | 10 |
set his bent bow | 10 |
my true love has | 10 |
thee tell to me | 10 |
the setting of the | 10 |
when he had been | 10 |
is not in the | 10 |
i swear by the | 10 |
as appears from the | 10 |
the hills and dales | 10 |
is printed in the | 10 |
the one of us | 10 |
see the hall now | 10 |
pray thee tell to | 10 |
ravens sat on a | 10 |
for meat and fee | 10 |
and when he cam | 10 |
put on ragged attire | 10 |
knight of the burning | 10 |
that it was the | 10 |
an old woman poor | 10 |
when she little thought | 10 |
among all my liege | 10 |
of sir hugh of | 10 |
of hell frae me | 10 |
the first time in | 10 |
fans into their hand | 10 |
soul is marching on | 10 |
news was brought to | 10 |
the earl of murray | 10 |
a song i will | 10 |
in the reigns of | 10 |
in the library of | 10 |
you cheshire and lancashire | 10 |
new drawn frae the | 10 |
in a fyer to | 10 |
of this ballad in | 10 |
a collection of songs | 10 |
and never his love | 10 |
the form of a | 10 |
and as she went | 10 |
fell about the martinmas | 10 |
that lived in islington | 10 |
the fairest lady that | 10 |
were at an end | 10 |
my jolly young man | 10 |
in the possession of | 10 |
renewing is of love | 10 |
it could not be | 10 |
from the holy land | 10 |
in the high peak | 10 |
i pray you tell | 10 |
all the maids of | 10 |
upon the haws of | 10 |
when ye come to | 10 |
is known to have | 10 |
whom i thought i | 10 |
i may not stay | 10 |
the maids of islington | 10 |
the ancient ballad of | 10 |
music of sundry kinds | 10 |
and at the last | 10 |
come hither to me | 10 |
long way to tipperary | 10 |
ballad is found in | 10 |
there was many a | 10 |
have none of your | 10 |
maids of islington went | 10 |
the duty of a | 10 |
in his capull hyde | 10 |
full long and many | 10 |
no longer would i | 10 |
that day should be | 10 |
here truly what i | 10 |
was first published in | 10 |
then all the maids | 10 |
chosen a right good | 10 |
islington went forth to | 10 |
ride this whole world | 10 |
not a man in | 10 |
it is in the | 10 |
time would she any | 10 |
shall be my garland | 10 |
a great deal of | 10 |
sent him up to | 10 |
have i shed for | 10 |
gunners to be the | 10 |
penny what i am | 10 |
at the third question | 10 |
i trust to god | 10 |
standeth by thy side | 10 |
i pray thee say | 10 |
sir simon de montfort | 10 |
her on a milk | 10 |
i know not what | 10 |
i will have some | 10 |
i know thee well | 10 |
and whan they came | 10 |
the crown garland of | 10 |
bairns and your wife | 10 |
to the same tune | 10 |
to the hunting gane | 10 |
and would not believe | 10 |
tell me to one | 10 |
in a lonely glenne | 10 |
would not believe that | 10 |
was the lord of | 10 |
and round and round | 10 |
that he did love | 10 |
tear blinded his ee | 10 |
a green aik tree | 10 |
her mantle her about | 10 |
will ease me of | 10 |
went along the high | 10 |
before i give you | 10 |
in the following ballad | 10 |
for a long time | 10 |
and let him in | 10 |
an apprentice for to | 10 |
for all the rest | 10 |
in some of the | 10 |
understand his fond and | 10 |
for a new love | 10 |
now god be with | 10 |
give you one penny | 10 |
me here truly what | 10 |
me where you were | 10 |
to see what she | 10 |
child may rue that | 10 |
it was first printed | 10 |
night and day on | 10 |
the third question thou | 10 |
of islington went forth | 10 |
that this ballad is | 10 |
whare will i get | 10 |
but tell me here | 10 |
it is probable that | 10 |
set him on his | 10 |
sent it to sir | 10 |
longer would i stay | 10 |
were three ravens sat | 10 |
goe to the court | 10 |
the spirit of the | 10 |
i shed for her | 10 |
the duke of devonshire | 10 |
see the preface to | 10 |
question thou must not | 10 |
as well as they | 10 |
and all his men | 10 |
thomas and fair ellinor | 10 |
yonder i heare sir | 10 |
three ravens sat on | 10 |
on fair kirconnell lee | 10 |
i am a poor | 10 |
a right good knight | 10 |
that sir patrick red | 10 |
true love came riding | 10 |
bonny bunch of roses | 10 |
my saddle and bridle | 10 |
there came a knight | 10 |
to your bairns and | 10 |
of the common people | 10 |
is said to be | 10 |
in the complaynt of | 10 |
old woman poor and | 10 |
that is the way | 10 |
tell me where you | 10 |
from good king john | 10 |
ain kind dearie o | 10 |
i should never see | 10 |
true love by the | 10 |
beggar of bednall green | 10 |
catching hold of his | 10 |
the weather being hot | 10 |
curse of hell frae | 10 |
god give you good | 10 |
answer my questions three | 10 |
weather being hot and | 10 |
now fare thee well | 10 |
round and round the | 10 |
money in my stall | 10 |
from a copy in | 10 |
neither eat nor drink | 10 |
of england and scotland | 10 |
this whole world about | 10 |
she is here alive | 10 |
ten thousand times therefore | 10 |
scots and andrew browne | 10 |
and when he found | 10 |
said alice the nurse | 10 |
with hound and horn | 10 |
whan she cam to | 10 |
and the fates above | 10 |
look for a new | 10 |
if it be not | 10 |
of the catnach press | 10 |
letter in the pepys | 10 |
his bent bow to | 10 |
knights of the round | 10 |
i have had many | 10 |
and so comely was | 10 |
long our noble king | 10 |
after the death of | 10 |
thought i should never | 10 |
ballad on the same | 10 |
may ride this whole | 10 |
she standeth by thy | 10 |
king of scots and | 10 |
better than thy mare | 10 |
and at the third | 10 |
must to the green | 10 |
the best of the | 10 |
take you cheshire and | 10 |
duty of a child | 10 |
and mony was the | 10 |
to god did make | 10 |
the th of february | 10 |
to buy her a | 10 |
at any time would | 10 |
never a penny left | 10 |
to the other side | 10 |
saddle and bridle also | 10 |
the bride and the | 10 |
father and mother i | 10 |
printed on his face | 10 |
to an old woman | 10 |
he put on his | 10 |
to one penny what | 10 |
of a hundred gunners | 10 |
third question thou must | 10 |
not believe that he | 10 |
does not appear to | 10 |
and put on ragged | 10 |
the feast ended with | 10 |
so fair and so | 10 |
and these were the | 10 |
in the garland of | 10 |
me to one penny | 10 |
until they cam to | 10 |
her true love came | 10 |
you look for me | 10 |
early part of the | 10 |
along the high road | 10 |
the bonny bunch of | 10 |
he had not beene | 10 |
fair and so comely | 10 |
what will you do | 10 |
my ain gude lord | 10 |
all jolly fellows that | 10 |
have cheshire and lancashire | 10 |
may rue that is | 10 |
be seen in the | 10 |
she any countenance to | 10 |
horne to his mouth | 10 |
long may you look | 10 |
reprinted by the percy | 10 |
never his love could | 10 |
first let us some | 10 |
day should be so | 10 |
his fond and foolish | 10 |
had chosen a right | 10 |
it to sir patrick | 10 |
i had to the | 10 |
in the presence of | 10 |
redd gold shines the | 10 |
in the court of | 10 |
where i have had | 10 |
to sing a song | 9 |
of the battle of | 9 |
in the list of | 9 |
my heart of gold | 9 |
from to years old | 9 |
fast as they might | 9 |
and you shall be | 9 |
my heart is sair | 9 |
taken down from james | 9 |
and wae is me | 9 |
the th of march | 9 |
greensleeves was my heart | 9 |
i would it were | 9 |
i am almost dead | 9 |
sir hugh le blond | 9 |
knew not what to | 9 |
in the prime of | 9 |
but i have a | 9 |
of the percy society | 9 |
the th of january | 9 |
witherington was his name | 9 |
league but barely three | 9 |
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and all the world | 9 |
if you touch me | 9 |
for you and me | 9 |
will for to fulfil | 9 |
of the middle ages | 9 |
with an introduction by | 9 |
as well as i | 9 |
against the brave wedding | 9 |
and when he saw | 9 |
and day on me | 9 |
the order of the | 9 |
why so pale and | 9 |
wandering prince of troy | 9 |
that i have found | 9 |
into the chamber with | 9 |
found in the green | 9 |
soul may dwell that | 9 |
as i was a | 9 |
the beating of my | 9 |
do what he can | 9 |
i should marry with | 9 |
the sound i heard | 9 |
the knave of hearts | 9 |
and when she saw | 9 |
he courted the eldest | 9 |
at the close of | 9 |
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two books of airs | 9 |
a vow to god | 9 |
it is not for | 9 |
so late as the | 9 |
by nine of the | 9 |
but there is no | 9 |
what i shall say | 9 |
a gallant sight to | 9 |
the sun shone on | 9 |
a hundred gunners to | 9 |
be merry and glad | 9 |
mine offence i must | 9 |
not a knight in | 9 |
typeface is represented by | 9 |
drawn shall your blood | 9 |
the time of his | 9 |
of the ballad in | 9 |
is by no means | 9 |
her hair was lang | 9 |
down upon his knee | 9 |
in favour of the | 9 |
dwell that first found | 9 |
a silly old man | 9 |
god be with my | 9 |
islington there was a | 9 |
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that he had been | 9 |
both loud and shrill | 9 |
all chosen men of | 9 |
the head of a | 9 |
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gasping on the ground | 9 |
knight that ever i | 9 |
they are so high | 9 |
for bonnie annie laurie | 9 |
was a braw gallant | 9 |
another version of the | 9 |
may morning so early | 9 |
i hae been at | 9 |
he is on to | 9 |
i tell to thee | 9 |
gae to the gude | 9 |
goe home and loose | 9 |
and the bonny earl | 9 |
second set of madrigals | 9 |
up and crew the | 9 |
where have you been | 9 |
the lords of the | 9 |
the songs of scotland | 9 |
but now comes the | 9 |
on the eve of | 9 |
her heart was woe | 9 |
my life is at | 9 |
and there he found | 9 |
fates above reward your | 9 |
first found out the | 9 |
my heart from me | 9 |
a league but barely | 9 |
will have none of | 9 |
came to the merry | 9 |
his soul may dwell | 9 |
the master of the | 9 |
the queen of hearts | 9 |
life is at an | 9 |
of my own heart | 9 |
an inch above your | 9 |
sooth as i you | 9 |
end of the book | 9 |
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below a green aik | 9 |
and gave him a | 9 |
of the most popular | 9 |
made available by the | 9 |
beating of my own | 9 |
i care not a | 9 |
and women must weep | 9 |
it was the more | 9 |
by sir walter raleigh | 9 |
of mist and snow | 9 |
the ballad of reading | 9 |
the ladies of st | 9 |
had long lost his | 9 |
for the fame of | 9 |
methinks i see her | 9 |
at the top of | 9 |
father will come to | 9 |
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my mother did so | 9 |
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for mine offence i | 9 |
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three fishers went sailing | 9 |
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land of mist and | 9 |
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mother did so before | 9 |
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wouldst not love me | 9 |
to be the same | 9 |
to fight with that | 9 |
a swing she came | 9 |
and in my heart | 9 |
many a gallant brave | 9 |
my bonnie black bess | 9 |
crowne of golde so | 9 |
to the memory of | 9 |
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whilst every grove c | 9 |
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the knights of the | 9 |
in the same year | 9 |
to the manger side | 9 |
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in one of the | 9 |
we have taken down | 9 |
the collection of old | 9 |
alluded to in the | 9 |
had rather have one | 9 |
the merry green wood | 9 |
the th of august | 9 |
with one that is | 9 |
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the day that i | 9 |
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and with a swing | 9 |
from tree to tree | 9 |
northumberland betrayed by douglas | 9 |
will ye go to | 9 |
a writer in the | 9 |
marry with one that | 9 |
amend thee of thy | 9 |
her right and round | 9 |
little old sod shanty | 9 |
version of the ballad | 9 |
out and spake the | 9 |
where hae ye been | 9 |
have power to stand | 9 |
chosen men of might | 9 |
he did him to | 9 |
he turned his face | 9 |
should marry with one | 9 |
a great number of | 9 |
if you are a | 9 |
fourth book of airs | 9 |
his love had been | 9 |
the earl of essex | 9 |
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day on me she | 9 |
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the death of his | 9 |
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she pulled off her | 9 |
end of the first | 9 |
on the dowie houms | 9 |
as well as in | 9 |
in the middle ages | 9 |
passionate shepherd to his | 9 |
of this ballad are | 9 |
as they rode on | 9 |
as well as a | 9 |
song in the comedy | 9 |
my own heart was | 9 |
will give to thee | 9 |
the worst of all | 9 |
with a fa la | 9 |
the days of forty | 9 |
to give the lye | 9 |
yet thou wouldst not | 9 |
tell me thy name | 9 |
the work of the | 9 |
in the golden garland | 9 |
to come to the | 9 |
sae fair to see | 9 |
if thou wilt not | 9 |
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the land of mist | 9 |
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first edition of the | 9 |
under the leaves of | 9 |
the brave wedding of | 9 |
the days that are | 9 |
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generously made available by | 9 |
presented at the end | 9 |
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and the earl of | 9 |
a fragment of the | 9 |
like a great boobee | 9 |
and kiss with me | 9 |
range of the buffalo | 9 |
i was his prisoner | 9 |
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made of a trusty | 9 |
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is well known that | 9 |
the recitation of mrs | 9 |
by the hand of | 9 |
and he that was | 9 |
and for bonnie annie | 9 |
took the dead man | 9 |
the next line that | 9 |
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will you accept of | 9 |
kirk of fair scotland | 9 |
gal i left behind | 9 |
the mouths of the | 9 |
and aye her heart | 9 |
then every knight in | 9 |
greensleeves was my delight | 9 |
come from the wars | 9 |
was bred and born | 9 |
he met with a | 9 |
that first found out | 9 |
christs curse on my | 9 |
call him robin hood | 9 |
shepherd to his love | 9 |
on me she cries | 9 |
and thou shalt c | 9 |
above reward your love | 9 |
go look for a | 9 |
of them was a | 9 |
in the history of | 9 |
was both sad and | 9 |
one of these is | 9 |
time of the year | 9 |
sir andrewe barton knight | 9 |
they came to a | 9 |
your death shall be | 9 |
the minstrelsy of the | 9 |
nae room at my | 9 |
offence i must die | 9 |
hills and woods and | 9 |
they gave to her | 9 |
of the first part | 9 |
any room at your | 9 |
would seem to have | 9 |
gallant sight to see | 9 |
the banks of sweet | 9 |
i will freely give | 9 |
shall your blood never | 9 |
o wae be to | 9 |
known to have been | 9 |
in the early part | 9 |
and long before high | 9 |
the golden garland of | 9 |
trees they are so | 9 |
five and six parts | 9 |
foot of the page | 9 |
swear and i vow | 9 |
john of the north | 9 |
but hold me fast | 9 |
but the beating of | 9 |
or else he would | 9 |
of this piece is | 9 |
to the place where | 9 |
sir john of the | 9 |
when he saw the | 9 |
in the preface to | 9 |
that the lords and | 9 |
here is a royal | 9 |
clim of the clough | 9 |
and when she came | 9 |
brave wedding of pretty | 9 |
the other side of | 9 |
the use of the | 9 |
then out it spak | 9 |
from one of the | 9 |
the end of each | 9 |
hundred gunners to be | 9 |
and yet thou wouldst | 9 |
was he aware of | 9 |
low down on his | 9 |
heart was all the | 9 |
under the name of | 9 |
they both did sweat | 9 |
by chreest and st | 9 |
reign of james i | 9 |
i have seen the | 9 |
with a swing she | 9 |
swing she came about | 9 |
and sung by mr | 9 |
rising in the north | 9 |
years and years ago | 9 |
none of thy gold | 9 |
sail upon the sea | 9 |
comely to be seen | 9 |
and the rest of | 9 |
was first printed by | 9 |
hanged shalt thou be | 9 |
than that i had | 9 |
may dwell that first | 9 |
thou wouldst not love | 9 |
was aware of a | 9 |
best go look for | 9 |
the old romance of | 9 |
up then rose the | 9 |
twenty four fayre ladyes | 9 |
printed from an old | 9 |
has staid in bower | 8 |
there did in chevy | 8 |
it fell on a | 8 |
and thus in rage | 8 |
all woe begone was | 8 |
editor of the reliques | 8 |
i thought he would | 8 |
for love of her | 8 |
i will vengeance take | 8 |
man of a woman | 8 |
run throughe mosse and | 8 |
not care for thy | 8 |
twelvescore one penny bread | 8 |
i was the lord | 8 |
of a woman born | 8 |
song more to sing | 8 |
chase and kill my | 8 |
hero of this ballad | 8 |
green fields of england | 8 |
the best of them | 8 |
the lords and the | 8 |
encounter man for man | 8 |
king hath granted mee | 8 |
some do call mee | 8 |
who swore he would | 8 |
love hath my heart | 8 |
i must have left | 8 |
body then he thrust | 8 |
entered according to act | 8 |
they have done no | 8 |
a little before the | 8 |
hung low down by | 8 |
and printed by h | 8 |
was with an arrow | 8 |
what have ye done | 8 |
he thought for to | 8 |
and men may go | 8 |
i and this discourteous | 8 |
the hunting of that | 8 |
with his daughter he | 8 |
and bade her to | 8 |
ever love pretty bessee | 8 |
the helm in hand | 8 |
when she came back | 8 |
this may not bee | 8 |
and the goban said | 8 |
of this happy day | 8 |
saw a man who | 8 |
weel may the keel | 8 |
give my love good | 8 |
in rage did say | 8 |
of such account as | 8 |
thought to have been | 8 |
there is no man | 8 |
out of the towne | 8 |
want of a fare | 8 |
with such a wistful | 8 |
shall set forth to | 8 |
thy birth and thy | 8 |
the writer of the | 8 |
what shall i say | 8 |
or pills to purge | 8 |
listen to my song | 8 |
fast by the river | 8 |
thy father likewise is | 8 |
middle of the last | 8 |
he hath somewhat for | 8 |
with that his lute | 8 |
the knight lighted most | 8 |
set forth to your | 8 |
it right or wrong | 8 |
hood and the potter | 8 |
king edward the fourth | 8 |
all the gold that | 8 |
that was his friend | 8 |
and whan she cam | 8 |
a gallant gentleman lay | 8 |
is printed from the | 8 |
the light of other | 8 |
the king hath granted | 8 |
hunting once there did | 8 |
pages in which they | 8 |
to chase the fallow | 8 |
are with the voyager | 8 |
in the morning early | 8 |
in all the hast | 8 |
set fire to the | 8 |
are in the fauld | 8 |
my gold is gone | 8 |
of most of the | 8 |
to thy father forthwith | 8 |
may to them be | 8 |
true love hath my | 8 |
the banks of tweed | 8 |
pray thee say not | 8 |
under the gallowes tree | 8 |
he be proud of | 8 |
wedding day was come | 8 |
i shall give a | 8 |
for soth as i | 8 |
left england many a | 8 |
but my lady greensleeves | 8 |
and went unto rumford | 8 |
of an honourable race | 8 |
with that the lords | 8 |
till setting of the | 8 |
throughe mosse and myre | 8 |
his presence these states | 8 |
weary lot is thine | 8 |
kyng of spayne with | 8 |
sometimes i am a | 8 |
all on a row | 8 |
says the old man | 8 |
patrick spens is the | 8 |
told to henry our | 8 |
set to musick by | 8 |
after the sumptuous dinner | 8 |
the sun went down | 8 |
who knew full well | 8 |
and all was her | 8 |
both gold and fee | 8 |
them beg through life | 8 |
the author of hardyknute | 8 |
care for thy cruel | 8 |
why did you not | 8 |
of all my land | 8 |
i will into some | 8 |
and in their songs | 8 |
the story of this | 8 |
as one in doleful | 8 |
the lord of the | 8 |
to reason a number | 8 |
if she had never | 8 |
is given from an | 8 |
paid me weil my | 8 |
and late in the | 8 |
where dwells thy father | 8 |
did vow revenge upon | 8 |
i leave to you | 8 |
and if thou wilt | 8 |
on the side of | 8 |
them was a gallant | 8 |
there was never a | 8 |
and an ill death | 8 |
as fine as a | 8 |
legend of king arthur | 8 |
i heare sir guyes | 8 |
and a loud blast | 8 |
groat for my sport | 8 |
no helpe appeared nye | 8 |
was spread by report | 8 |
in the scottish woods | 8 |
gifts they did send | 8 |
were come and gane | 8 |
not have it told | 8 |
all kind of dainties | 8 |
there were three ladies | 8 |
the army of the | 8 |
this be thy father | 8 |
great gifts they did | 8 |
as many gold nobles | 8 |
and every brave gallant | 8 |
the gal i left | 8 |
and i the fair | 8 |
the jew of venice | 8 |
came to the king | 8 |
my wounded heart of | 8 |
my lorde usith and | 8 |
my beames downe fall | 8 |
the ballad in the | 8 |
twenty hundred scottish spears | 8 |
all the cost they | 8 |
bid hir cum to | 8 |
i will do for | 8 |
night from father and | 8 |
ain hand sewd the | 8 |
for i will into | 8 |
forth my armour of | 8 |
a penny all day | 8 |
birth and thy parentage | 8 |
a little wee boy | 8 |
stand til they doun | 8 |
not against my child | 8 |
wherefore in great sorrow | 8 |
thus in rage did | 8 |
spens is the best | 8 |
marching in our sight | 8 |
die for pretty bessee | 8 |
these states to disgrace | 8 |
of no man had | 8 |
there came a lazar | 8 |
for the percy society | 8 |
on a bed of | 8 |
join the brimming river | 8 |
riding to the town | 8 |
come to my master | 8 |
that has run throughe | 8 |
other side of the | 8 |
such a wistful eye | 8 |
thou wilt marry with | 8 |
his countenance well may | 8 |
at the setting of | 8 |
hae killed my reid | 8 |
or what will ye | 8 |
had from rumford stole | 8 |
as ye have said | 8 |
from the edition of | 8 |
i dreamt a dream | 8 |
came from the holy | 8 |
words he said to | 8 |
not true love by | 8 |
went home but fifty | 8 |
their heads to flee | 8 |
they came before the | 8 |
the lowlands of holland | 8 |
leave to your bairns | 8 |
my love and me | 8 |
for my dear gilderoy | 8 |
i the fair flower | 8 |
i am dead and | 8 |
her eyes less killing | 8 |
the english archers all | 8 |
as thou art a | 8 |
turned his face unto | 8 |
to have her brent | 8 |
to king henry came | 8 |
have been made to | 8 |
of nobles and gentles | 8 |
the stars are with | 8 |
first part of the | 8 |
as my swete swetyng | 8 |
low down by his | 8 |
so wistfully at the | 8 |
father forthwith i will | 8 |
wilt let my beames | 8 |
angry man was hee | 8 |
lazar to the kings | 8 |
as far as i | 8 |
kill any of these | 8 |
with his presence these | 8 |
a mile but barely | 8 |
a charter of peace | 8 |
thy old cloak about | 8 |
the night from father | 8 |
wistfully at the day | 8 |
pleasure in the scottish | 8 |
that was called king | 8 |
i durst encounter man | 8 |
did send her of | 8 |
bodye i must have | 8 |
and there it is | 8 |
mounted on a gallant | 8 |
marrye her to his | 8 |
and take me to | 8 |
might well be a | 8 |
in comes the beggar | 8 |
i brocht it to | 8 |
it told to henry | 8 |
father and mother alone | 8 |
shalt live in london | 8 |
thus she did say | 8 |
the pinder of wakefield | 8 |
killed my hauke sae | 8 |
hills and dales an | 8 |
but in comes the | 8 |
all the long day | 8 |
forth to your sight | 8 |
bluid was nevir sae | 8 |
were full of the | 8 |
to beg my bread | 8 |
last said the lords | 8 |
their wounds in brinish | 8 |
in the roxburgh collection | 8 |
then douglas swore a | 8 |
of the fifteenth century | 8 |
twenty hundred scottish speres | 8 |
england was spread by | 8 |
whan they came to | 8 |
against him for pretty | 8 |
but now it is | 8 |
never a champion colde | 8 |
fight did last from | 8 |
was clad in the | 8 |
my child at my | 8 |
five hundred as good | 8 |
you good now of | 8 |
must have left england | 8 |
been a week from | 8 |
it dazzled the ee | 8 |
be as good as | 8 |
written so plain to | 8 |
had lost my land | 8 |
they did send her | 8 |
out of an english | 8 |
as fair a bird | 8 |
unto rumford along the | 8 |
as they were a | 8 |
and low into the | 8 |
little musgrave and lady | 8 |
you to see the | 8 |
of the well of | 8 |
as the knight lighted | 8 |
aboon their heads to | 8 |
call her bright and | 8 |
the wedding of pretty | 8 |
was the cause of | 8 |
pounds i will give | 8 |
god save our king | 8 |
denote the pages in | 8 |
the nobles did say | 8 |
will win hose and | 8 |
that i will be | 8 |
from dreams of thee | 8 |
excuse for the glass | 8 |
flow to join the | 8 |
the lords and nobles | 8 |
of a woman in | 8 |
in her had their | 8 |
he swarved it with | 8 |
my armour of proofe | 8 |
of a hundred bowemen | 8 |
bonnie fish and halesome | 8 |
once you git the | 8 |
did devise to make | 8 |
the knight had from | 8 |
proud of this happy | 8 |
get us a charter | 8 |
copy in the british | 8 |
but love be bonny | 8 |
to be of the | 8 |
her to his wiffe | 8 |
what can ail thee | 8 |
you a song of | 8 |
to you i will | 8 |
said the heir of | 8 |
i would not care | 8 |
to rot in the | 8 |
her had their joy | 8 |
her come to the | 8 |
it was one of | 8 |
them stand till they | 8 |
you lay on the | 8 |
the winning of cales | 8 |
kept on her journey | 8 |
most happy then was | 8 |
ye doe with my | 8 |
of the district court | 8 |
first line that sir | 8 |
i dare well say | 8 |
and here shee sends | 8 |
came as suitors to | 8 |
in praise of the | 8 |
threescore knights and four | 8 |
the words by mr | 8 |
not ridden scant a | 8 |
ran through the other | 8 |
may be found in | 8 |
thy father forthwith i | 8 |
king james did say | 8 |
thou shalt live in | 8 |
sumptuous dinner was done | 8 |
thee to thy father | 8 |
her of silver and | 8 |
to act of congress | 8 |
the district court of | 8 |
with all the cost | 8 |
let the toast pass | 8 |
should i know your | 8 |
this jolly blind beggar | 8 |
let them stand till | 8 |
according to act of | 8 |
both knights of good | 8 |
an english archer then | 8 |
list not to declare | 8 |
fear no more the | 8 |
the young man cried | 8 |
but i will vengeance | 8 |
what i am worth | 8 |
in notes and queries | 8 |
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a merchant of london | 8 |
fell down on his | 8 |
one of them said | 8 |
went unto rumford along | 8 |
but if you will | 8 |
nowe hye thee backe | 8 |
he was brought to | 8 |
english archers bent their | 8 |
was aware of the | 8 |
and what will you | 8 |
him fast to a | 8 |
a week but barely | 8 |
he has tain gill | 8 |
his wife at home | 8 |
somewhat for pretty bessee | 8 |
how should i know | 8 |
in this part of | 8 |
shine as fair a | 8 |
his young son in | 8 |
set my feet in | 8 |
and as the knight | 8 |
lazar under the gallowes | 8 |
o still my bairn | 8 |
no man had they | 8 |
home on the range | 8 |
presence these states to | 8 |
who but my lady | 8 |
vow to god did | 8 |
as good as thy | 8 |
it fell out upon | 8 |
armour shone like gold | 8 |
flight and flew beyond | 8 |
my lord the king | 8 |
hundred as good as | 8 |
that a great number | 8 |
men in armour bright | 8 |
brocht it to lord | 8 |
had not ridden scant | 8 |
over the hills and | 8 |
this is thy owne | 8 |
end of each ballad | 8 |
the green wood with | 8 |
in consequence of the | 8 |
arrow of a cloth | 8 |
fetch me forth my | 8 |
in the kings court | 8 |
good now of yourselfe | 8 |
faith of my bodye | 8 |
right welcome unto mee | 8 |
bower was full of | 8 |
against my child at | 8 |
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so fair to view | 8 |
the wedding day was | 8 |
brethren upon a day | 8 |
he told him the | 8 |
for ever love pretty | 8 |
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foot on good ship | 8 |
for men may come | 8 |
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was a friar of | 8 |
her to his wife | 8 |
a host of men | 8 |
him for pretty bessee | 8 |
come into the garden | 8 |
of us shall die | 8 |
it be not true | 8 |
when the wedding day | 8 |
on a gallant steed | 8 |
it has been suggested | 8 |
our king lay musing | 8 |
a bird as ony | 8 |
that his lute he | 8 |
for witherington needs must | 8 |
name is lancelot du | 8 |
murder of the king | 8 |
the same as that | 8 |
for a penny all | 8 |
the bayliffes daughter deare | 8 |
words and melody taken | 8 |
day child waters rode | 8 |
through the other side | 8 |
come of an honourable | 8 |
a great variety of | 8 |
for that is the | 8 |
hae killed my fadir | 8 |
banks of sweet dundee | 8 |
with sir george and | 8 |
scales o gowd frae | 8 |
think na ye my | 8 |
be proud of this | 8 |
hand sewd the sleive | 8 |
will for ever love | 8 |
have chosen mee of | 8 |
old rosin the bow | 8 |
costly to rot in | 8 |
us a charter of | 8 |
both day and night | 8 |
his bride followed after | 8 |
i trust i have | 8 |
who had to name | 8 |
as she could hie | 8 |
the fourth man must | 8 |
a silly blind beggar | 8 |
the rest of his | 8 |
she was aware of | 8 |
o stay me not | 8 |
thou art not for | 8 |
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good ale and old | 8 |
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in most of the | 8 |
worthy a lady to | 8 |
i will for ever | 8 |
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the delight of the | 8 |
found in the appendix | 8 |
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to ease my wounded | 8 |
some pastime for to | 8 |
wanton wife of bath | 8 |
more than a century | 8 |
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that once did her | 8 |
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men call her bright | 8 |
nine of the clocke | 8 |
all for the fame | 8 |
to the woods resort | 8 |
it is not improbable | 8 |
they began to hunt | 8 |
and they are on | 8 |
a champion colde she | 8 |
at his head a | 8 |
a ring of gold | 8 |
the drums and the | 8 |
god be with him | 8 |
his merrye men all | 8 |
be it right or | 8 |
the fyer was lighted | 8 |
gold that you drop | 8 |
but i go on | 8 |
ye my heart was | 8 |
hunting of that day | 8 |
who fell in the | 8 |
and when he was | 8 |
his daughter he gave | 8 |
her bright and sheene | 8 |
why does your brand | 8 |
o wha is this | 8 |
the old ballad of | 8 |
ancient ballads and songs | 8 |
killed my fadir deir | 8 |
i went to the | 8 |
many a long day | 8 |
as short a space | 8 |
and set our men | 8 |
song in praise of | 8 |
give me my faith | 8 |
fyer was lighted up | 8 |
the land of the | 8 |
must not be so | 8 |
never a word he | 8 |
comes the wedding of | 8 |
a pair of new | 8 |
for the use of | 8 |
wolde have cheshire and | 8 |
take thy old cloak | 8 |
and who but my | 8 |
to the house of | 8 |
thou art the most | 8 |
once there did in | 8 |
i wolde have cheshire | 8 |
george and the dragon | 8 |
by the wells of | 8 |
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a lady of high | 8 |
he came unto the | 8 |
the apple in two | 8 |
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for they have done | 8 |
whose wealth was not | 8 |
from town to town | 8 |
before her own face | 8 |
nae bauld barons leave | 8 |
all day with his | 8 |
now comes the wedding | 8 |
my hap it were | 8 |
in the shadow of | 8 |
daughter did dwell on | 8 |
is mentioned in the | 8 |
so mought i thee | 8 |
douglas to the heart | 8 |
sons in seven swans | 8 |
by his countenance well | 8 |
but i wad gie | 8 |
but horseley with a | 8 |
this ballad is given | 8 |
wealth was not small | 8 |
figures placed after words | 8 |
and with sir george | 8 |
witherington needs must i | 8 |
a week from her | 8 |
to give my love | 8 |
the best of all | 8 |
scotland new come home | 8 |
the house of commons | 8 |
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in the old romance | 8 |
did dwell on a | 8 |
what news hae ye | 8 |
in the th year | 8 |
to the custom of | 8 |
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ye maun gang to | 8 |
give me leave to | 8 |
a lazar to the | 8 |
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reason to believe that | 8 |
that the author of | 8 |
to be made a | 8 |
unthrifty heire of linne | 8 |
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him in a cake | 8 |
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more of such account | 8 |
for well i wot | 8 |
fyer to have her | 8 |
the bishop of hereford | 8 |
where the west begins | 8 |
a friar of orders | 8 |
by there came a | 8 |
would not care for | 8 |
sumptuous marriage and feast | 8 |
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i see the hall | 8 |
the unthrifty heire of | 8 |
never saw a man | 8 |
if my hap it | 8 |
the merchant of venice | 8 |
and let it bee | 8 |
to see the blind | 8 |
flew beyond the raging | 8 |
what wold ye doe | 8 |
will ye leave your | 8 |
an excuse for the | 8 |
penny all day with | 8 |
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of the life of | 8 |
to kill any of | 8 |
let thame stand til | 8 |
may the keel row | 8 |
heart of edward gray | 8 |
a man who looked | 8 |
hae killed my hauke | 8 |
wounded heart of care | 8 |
as johnny walked out | 8 |
have it told to | 8 |
from the land of | 8 |
and so he did | 8 |
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the trees they are | 8 |
the text of the | 8 |
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father likewise is of | 8 |
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his men in armour | 8 |
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as in the original | 8 |
heavy was pretty bessee | 8 |
i will have a | 8 |
by dere worthy god | 8 |
so long as i | 8 |
the door of the | 8 |
office of the district | 8 |
haukis bluid was nevir | 8 |
a hole in the | 8 |
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stanzas of six lines | 8 |
while i and this | 8 |
daughter a lady to | 8 |
a specimen of the | 8 |
i arise from dreams | 8 |
i would i had | 8 |
stars are with the | 8 |
let me go free | 8 |
one that was his | 8 |
the wells of slane | 8 |
full three thousand pound | 8 |
gentleman of good account | 8 |
stereotyped and printed by | 8 |
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my hauke sae guid | 8 |
you git the habit | 8 |
it please your grace | 8 |
there lives a jolly | 8 |
no man of a | 8 |
four fayre ladyes were | 8 |
and there he met | 8 |
if it had been | 8 |
still he hath somewhat | 8 |
the nobles and gentles | 8 |
he has staid in | 8 |
part of my life | 8 |
in thy saddle sette | 8 |
told him the gold | 8 |
o hald your tongue | 8 |
when the morning sun | 8 |
him like a swine | 8 |
all marching in our | 8 |
let my beames downe | 8 |