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" Late late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi the auld moone in hir arme, And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will cum to harme. "
Reliques of Ancient English Poetry:: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs ... - Seite 78
herausgegeben von - 1767 - 400 Seiten
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Recollections of a Southern Matron

Caroline Howard Gilman - 1838 - 290 Seiten
...away. CHAPTER XIV. NEGRO SUPERSTITIONS. % The New Preacher. " Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi' the auld moone in hir arme; And I feir, I feir, my dier master, That you will com to harme." SIE PATRICK SPENCE.—Old Ballad. . - " Oh, sweeter than...
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Half-hours with the best authors, selected by C. Knight, Band 4

Half hours - 1847 - 616 Seiten
...O say na sae, my master deir, For I feir a deadlie storme, Late, late yestreen, I saw the new moone Wi' the auld moone in hir arme ; And I feir, I feir, my deir mastir, That we will com to harme. O our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weet their cork-heil'd schoone...
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Recollections of a Southern Matron

Caroline Howard Gilman - 1852 - 412 Seiten
...1 CHAPTER XIV. NEGRO SUPERSTITIONS. The New Preacher. '« Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi' the auld moone in hir arme ; And I feir, I feir, ray dier master, That you will com to harme." SIR PATRICK SPENCK.— Old Ballad. <c Oh, sweeter than...
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English and Scottish Ballads, Band 2

Francis James Child - 1857 - 810 Seiten
...O say na sae, my master deir, For I feir a deadlie stonne. " Late late yestreen I saw the new moone Wi' the auld moone in hir arme ; And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will com to harme." O our Scots nobles wer rieht laith To weet their cork-heild schoone...
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English and Scottish ballads, selected and ed. by F.J. Child, Band 3

Francis James Child - 1857 - 440 Seiten
...O say na sae, my master deir, For I feir a deadlie storme. " Late late yestreen I saw the new moone Wi' the auld moone in hir arme ; And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will com to harme." O our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weet their cork-heild schoone...
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English and Scottish Ballads: Book IV. Tragic Ballads (pt. 11-32). Book V ...

Francis James Child - 1857 - 430 Seiten
...0 say na sae, my master deir, For I feir a deadlie storme. " Late late yestreen I saw the new moone Wi' the auld moone in hir arme ; And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will com to harme." O our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weet their cork-heild schoone...
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Reliques of ancient English poetry, by T. Percy. Repr ..., Seite 110,Band 1

English poetry - 1858 - 396 Seiten
...say na sae, my master deir, For I feir a deadlie storme. Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone 25 Wi' the auld moone in hir arme; And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will com to harme.' 0 our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weet their cork-heild schoone;...
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English and Scottish Ballads, Band 3

Francis James Child - 1860 - 430 Seiten
...late yestreen I saw the new moone Wi' the auld moone in hir anne ; And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will com to harme." O our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weet their cork-heild schoone; » Bot lang owre a' the play wer playd, Thair hats they swam aboone. O lang, lang, may their...
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Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs ...

Thomas Percy - 1860 - 578 Seiten
...say na sae, my master deir, For I feir a deadlie storme. Late late yestreen I saw the new moone 25 Wi' the auld moone in hir arme ; And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will com to harme. 0 our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weot their cork-heild schoone...
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English and Scottish Ballads, Band 3

Francis James Child - 1861 - 430 Seiten
...late yestreen I saw the new moone Wi' the auld moone in hir arme ; And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will com to harme." O our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weet their cork-heild schoone; so Bot lang owre a' the play wer playd, Thair hats they swam aboone. O lang, lang, may their...
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