Studies In Folk-song And Popular Poetry

An Extensive Investigation Into The Sources And Inspiration Of National Folk Song

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I digged a grave and laid him in, And happd him with sod sae green.
Lord Randal comes home to his mother from his false love's poisoned banquet:
O, where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son,
O, where hae ye been, my handsome young man ;
I have been to the greenwood ; mither, mak my bed soon, For I 'm wearie wi hunting and fain wald lie down."
The lady of the House of Airlie cries out from the burning reek to the cruel Edom o' Gordon :
" Were my good lord but here this day, As he's awa wi Charlie ; The dearest blood o' a' thy men Wad sloken the lowe o' Airlie."
Johnnie Armstrong gives his last" Good Night" in defiance:
O, how John looked over his left shoulder, And to his merry men thus spoke he; " I have asked grace of a graceless face, No pardon here for you and me."
Mary Hamilton cries from the gallows-tree in a burst of anguish:
O, little did my mother ken,
The day she cradled me, The land I was to travel in,
The death I was to dee.
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