Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 1 of 8 from 1860 edition

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* I wish the wind may never cease, Nor fishes in the flood, Till my three sons come hame to me,                 is
In earthly flesh and blood."
It fell about the Martinmas,
"When nights are lang and mirk, The carline wife's three sons came hame,
And their hats were o' the birk.                      20
It neither grew in syke nor ditch,
Nor yet in ony sheugh ; But at the gates o' Paradise,
That birk grew fair eneugh.
" Blow up the fire, my maidens !                            a
Bring water from the well! For a' my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well."
And she has made to them a bed,
She's made it large and wide ;                          30
And she's ta'en her mantle her about,
Sat down at the bed-side.
14. Should we not read, for fishes here, fashesi. e. troubles ? Lockhakt.

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